Unexpected Fiancée

Chapter 192: Osborn's Confession Again

Osborn drove Jane to the East Garden.

Jane was exhausted, leaning against the seat, closing her eyes to rest. Unconsciously, she drifted into a light slumber.

After parking the car, Osborn turned his head, silently watching Jane peacefully asleep.

Dim light illuminated Jane's face, accentuating her exceptionally fair complexion. Her long eyelashes cast a fan-shaped shadow on her cheek.

Despite a hint of fatigue and weariness, she remained radiant and captivating, tugging at his heartstrings.

Staring at Jane for a few minutes, Osborn's heart rate quickened. Unable to resist, he leaned down, getting closer to her...

Just as Osborn's lips were about to touch Jane's cheek, she suddenly woke up.

She opened her eyes to see Osborn’'s handsome face approaching hers.

"Osborn, what are you doing?" Jane was startled, furrowing her brow, and cautiously moving back.

Osborn snapped out of it, quickly straightening his posture. With a somewhat awkward cough, he said, "Jane, we're here."

Glancing outside, Jane nodded faintly. "Yeah, thanks for the ride.” Opening the car door, Jane stepped out, preparing to walk towards her home, when Osborn's deep voice came from behind, "Jane..."

Jane paused, turning to him. “Is there something else?"

Osborn walked up to Jane, nodded slightly, and, looking down at her from a height, his gaze gradually deepened. "Jane, can you give me a chance, be my girlfriend?"

Girlfriend???

Facing Osborn's confession again, Jane was somewhat surprised. Hadn't she already made things clear with him before?

She thought Osborn had let go of his feelings for her.

But-

Clearly, he hadn't.

After some thought, Jane carefully spoke, "Osborn, didn't we agree before? If I find true love, you'll be happy for me. Between us, it's just friendship.”

"Yes, I said that before. But Patrick doesn't deserve you. Being with him has hurt you deeply, and he can't give you happiness."

Osborn's emotions suddenly became intense. He stepped forward, placing his hands on Jane's shoulders.

His gaze was unusually profound, carrying a hint of stubbornness. "Jane, give me a chance to take care of you, protect you. I will do a thousand times better than Patrick. Trust me!"

"Osborn, don't do this." Jane furrowed her delicate eyebrows, speaking calmly.

"Jane, before, you said you found true love, and I thought Patrick would genuinely love you and make you happy. But that's not the case.” Osborn persisted. "Clearly, Patrick truly loves Candy. The reason he agreed to engage with you before was because he thought Candy was no longer in the picture.

But now, he has found Candy, and we can all see how he treats her. Jane, don't deceive yourself anymore. Patrick is simply not suitable for you."

Hearing Osborn's words, Jane's expression gradually turned cold. Seeing Jane's displeasure, Osborn felt a slight pang in his heart. "I know I shouldn't have said all this today, but..."

"If you know you shouldn't have said it, then don't. I'm tired." Jane looked up, meeting Osborn's gaze with a cold tone. "You should understand; it's impossible between us."

"Is it because you still love Patrick?" Osborn's gaze dimmed slightly. Jane shook her head, "It has nothing to do with him."

With that, Jane no longer paid attention to the brooding Osborn, turning away to walk forward.

Sitting in the elevator, Jane reached her apartment door, took out her keys from her bag, and opened the door.

As she entered, just about to close the door, a tall and sturdy figure flashed from the dim staircase nearby.

A large hand reached out, holding the door that was about to close, and stepped inside.

Startled, Jane exclaimed, "Who is it?"

The man snorted.

That voice...

By the faint moonlight from outside, she clearly saw the man's appearance.

He exuded a cold aura, dressed in a black handcrafted suit that almost blended with the night.

His three-dimensional and profound facial features seemed like a perfect masterpiece crafted by a divine hand, noble and elegant.

His deep, mysterious eyes were slightly narrowed, and the profound gaze, with a hint of chill, was fixed on her face.

Patrick?!

Why was he here?

Jane was puzzled, asking in a cold tone, "Patrick, why are you here?" "What, don't want to see me?" Patrick smirked, his tone carrying a trace of anger.

He reached out, slammed the door shut with a bang.

"If you came for Old Pansy, you don't need to worry. I'll go to the hospital to acupuncture him in three days." Jane looked expressionless at Patrick, spoke flatly, and issued a dismissal. “I'm tired and need to rest. Please leave."

She couldn't think of any reason why Patrick would suddenly appear here.

Wasn't he supposed to be taking Candy home?

Patrick's handsome face darkened, and he suddenly grabbed Jane's wrist, forcefully pressing her against the door.

“Let go of me..." A pain shot through her wrist, and Jane struggled. Before she could finish her sentence, all her words were sealed by the man in front of her.

Patrick's kiss came down forcefully, dominating, rough, and overwhelming, without any tenderness.

In his deep and mysterious gaze, desire and anger intertwined, rolling and surging.

The long-lost pleasant feeling from the woman in front of him was so familiar, making Patrick unable to stop.

He missed her!

Madly missed her!

Since Jane canceled the engagement and moved out of Xin Cheng Garden, her every smile and frown lingered in his mind all the time. Since she moved out, there hadn't been a night when he could sleep peacefully.

When he saw the news about her and Osborn online, he was angry, he was scared, afraid that he had really lost her forever.

Knowing that she was in danger in Changbai Mountain, he went to find her regardless of everything.

Now, he couldn't care about his grandfather or Candy, rushing all the way to the East Garden just to see her.

But what did he see?

What he saw was Osborn grabbing her shoulders, the two standing on the roadside, intimately engaged.

They were so close, and their actions were so affectionate.

And Jane, she treated him with this indifferent attitude.

Did Jane really like Osborn?

Were those rumors online true?!

A burning anger surged within him, and Patrick's domineering kiss intensified. His tongue forcefully pried open her lips, unhesitatingly, aggressively probing inside...