Unexpected Fiancée

Chapter 155: Jane, Let's Get Married

With a lingering and somewhat domineering kiss, Jane's face flushed instantly. His scorching breath intertwined with Jane's, his warm lips pressed tightly against hers. The feeling of mutual love and fusion made Jane's breathing a bit chaotic. The temperature in the living room kept rising... Jane's gaze gradually became blurred.

In a daze, she heard Patrick's low and hoarse voice, "Jane, let's get married.”

Married???

Jane suddenly woke up, "What did you say?"

Patrick's gaze became even deeper as he smiled slightly and said affectionately, "Jane, marry me!"

Jane:...

She did agree to Patrick but she never thought about getting married so soon. After all they had only known each other for just over a month despite experiencing life and death together. Marriage... seemed too fast!

Moreover, there were still many things she wanted to do; how could she get married so early?

"Patrick, you're drunk; don't talk nonsense." Jane covered Patrick's thin lips with her hand to prevent him from saying anything else.

Patrick chuckled lightly.

The next day when Jane woke up Patrick had prepared an abundant breakfast for her.

“Look at this! Do you like it?" Patrick pulled out the chair for Jane and sat her down.

Looking down at the breakfast that was both colorful in appearance as well as fragrant in smell before her eyes warmed Jane's heart,"Did you make all of this?"

"Mmm." Patrick responded calmly,"If you like it I'l make it every day for you."

As their eyes met across the table facing each other , the elegant man before her caused Janes heart to skip half beat slower than usual . Even someone as high above others such as him has such a gentle side? If they really got married would they be happy?

"What are you thinking about?" noticing that Janes mind was wandering away , Patrick waved his distinctively clear large hand in front of her face .

"Oh nothing much ,"Janed replied ,"I'm just thinking which one should I eat first since everything looks so delicious."

"Taste the fried egg first; it is your favorite.” As he picked up an egg with chopsticks from his plate he placed it into Janes dish while glancing over at her face subtly asking again,"Have you considered my proposal last night?"

Janes chopsticks paused midair,"Are you proposing to me like this? It isn't romantic at all!" She felt speechless ,"Besides we have only just met not long ago ; talking about marriage now is too early."

Patrick grabbed onto those three words, "not romantic.” It seemed like he really lacked experience in this area. He didn't bring up the topic again and Jane breathed a sigh of relief.

All day, Patrick thought about those three words to the point where he was distracted during a meeting with company executives. Finally, when the meeting ended, Morton followed Patrick to his office and asked if something was on his mind.

"Women like romance, don't they?" Patrick asked casually.

Morton was taken aback by the unexpected question from his boss. "I suppose so," he nodded.

Patrick pursed his lips and glanced at Morton before asking another question: "What makes a proposal romantic?"

A proposal? Morton realized that Patrick must be planning to propose to Miss North soon but how would he know what's considered romantic?

“I'm single... I'm not good at this kind of thing," Morton lamented. "Okay then, you can go now," Patrick said impatiently as he loosened his tie. It looked like he had to take matters into his own hands for this one.

Two days later...

Jane had been busy all day and was getting ready to leave work when she received a call from Patrick: "Are you finished? Let's go together.” "Okay," Jane agreed without hesitation.

When she arrived at the underground garage, she saw Patrick leaning against his car with both hands in pockets of trousers looking tall and handsome under dim lighting - an elegant figure that exuded confidence and gracefulness as if descended from heaven itself. "Jane." When he saw her approaching him, Patrick stood up straight and walked over with long strides.

“Let's go," Jane said with a smile as they got into the car together but noticed that they weren't heading back home towards Water Moon New City which made her curious: "Where are we going?"

Patrick tightly gripped onto the steering wheel while raising an eyebrow playfully: "You'll find out soon enough.”

Alright... he's being mysterious about it then. Jane decided not to ask any more questions since she would find out eventually anyway.

After about half an hour of driving around town aimlessly or so it seemed to Jane - finally came their destination as Patric stopped the car abruptly saying simply; "We're here."

Jane looked ahead and saw that Patrick had brought her to the seaside.

The vast ocean stretched out before them, calm and serene. The crystal blue water shimmered in the sunlight, and a cool sea breeze tousled Jane's hair, giving her a sense of peace.

But why did they come to the beach?

Jane furrowed her beautiful brows. "Patrick, why did you bring me here?"

“This is my yacht," Patrick said with a slight smile as he pointed to the luxurious yacht parked on the shore.

Jane was speechless. It was late at night; did Patrick really have nothing better to do than take her out to sea?

To be honest, ever since she fell into the ocean that one time, Jane had never liked it.

Before Jane could say anything else, Patrick took her hand and led her onto his yacht.

"Follow me. I've prepared a candlelit dinner for us," he said as he held onto Jane's hand and walked towards the dining area.

As they entered the dining room, Jane noticed that there were various colored origami cranes hanging on all of its walls.

"Why are there so many origami cranes?" she asked in surprise as she stared at each string of folded paper birds hanging from above.

Patrick led Jane over to an exquisitely decorated table in front of which sat two lifelike origami cranes made from red paper.

He handed one crane over to Jane with deep-set eyes filled with tenderness. “This is for you — do you like it?"

"Don't tell me — you folded this?" asked an incredulous-looking Jane who took hold of one crane while looking down at it intently.

On one wing of this particular bird were several golden letters: "Jane, marry me!" The handwriting was strong yet elegant - unmistakably belonging only to Patrick himself.

So what exactly did this man want?