Unexpected Fiancée

Chapter 118: Feed Me Medicine

Chapter 118: Feed Me Medicine

Patrick didn't give Winston any face, leaving Winston feeling somewhat annoyed.

In front of Patrick, he couldn't express it, only frowning. "Patrick, both your mother and I are working for the benefit of Pansy Group. I hope you won't regret this."

Patrick let out a cold hum without saying anything more as Winston left.

After Winston's departure, Patrick's thin lips pressed into a tight line, his eyes revealing a hint of complexity.

He used to have great respect for Winston, but now, he found Winston increasingly incomprehensible.

Back at her desk, Jane urged the person in charge of testing at the Guavo headquarters jewelry factory to send her the results promptly.

Thirty minutes later, the results were in.

As expected, the "Ice and Fire" jewelry produced at the headquarters had no issues.

Jane breathed a small sigh of relief; it seemed the problem was indeed in France. Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

Jane quickly organized the information and handed it over to Patrick.

This information was crucial for the afternoon press conference.

At the door of the CEO's office, Jane once again encountered Winston.

He walked out of the CEO's office with an angry expression, and upon seeing Jane, his face turned even more unpleasant.

"Mr. Sidney," Jane greeted him with a smile.

Winston gave Jane a forced smile, then quickly walked away.

Jane knocked on the door, "Can I come in?"

Patrick's lips curved slightly, his voice crisp, "Come in."

Jane entered and saw Patrick holding the cold medicine she gave him. His clear eyes focused on the medicine bottle, and a mysterious curve appeared on his handsome lips.

Hearing her, Patrick set the medicine bottle down and looked at Jane with profound eyes. His thin lips parted, "Jane, I was just about to find you."

Jane handed the test results to Patrick, "The results are out, and the 'Ice and Fire' produced at the headquarters are all fine. It seems the issue is only in France."

Patrick took the documents but merely glanced at them before casually placing them on the desk.

Jane was surprised; it was a crucial moment, and the press conference in the afternoon needed these key documents. Patrick, however, didn't seem to care.

Frowning, Jane reminded, "Aren't you going to take a look? These documents are essential for the press conference this afternoon."

"I'm aware," Patrick chuckled, "but there's something more important."

Jane paused, asking involuntarily, "What is it?"

Patrick pointed to the medicine bottle on the table, the playful gleam in his eyes falling on Jane's face, "Feed me medicine."

Jane: ??? It's already this time, and he's thinking about this!

Patrick curved his lips, his expression still cool, but a subtle, ambiguous smile crossed his face. "You wouldn't be so heartless as to let me attend the press conference with a cold, would you?"

Jane gave him an exasperated look. "You better not bite me again!"

Once Patrick agreed, Jane picked up the medicine bottle from the table, opened it, and poured two pills into Patrick's mouth.

Perhaps the medicine was bitter because Patrick's eyebrows furrowed slightly, and his thin lips lifted. "I need water."

"Then drink," Jane said cautiously, pursing her lips. What was this man up to now?

"You feed me," Patrick's thin lips moved, as if it were the most natural thing.

Jane was utterly speechless.

Oh well, she thought. She's gone this far; might as well see it through. Jane patiently picked up Patrick's water glass, poured water, and brought it to his lips. Her tone was indifferent. "Drink!"

Patrick, however, leaned back, his deep gaze fixed on her. "Help me check the water temperature."

Jane sighed inwardly. Facing this somewhat arrogant and cunning man, she lost her temper completely. She took a sip of the water.

The temperature was just right.

But... this was Patrick's drinking glass. She just drank from it. Did this count as an indirect kiss?

Her face involuntarily blushed. Jane quickly took a deep breath, dispelling the inexplicable thoughts.

"It's okay now. You can drink!" Jane handed the water glass to Patrick.

Patrick didn't take it, his gaze deep and intense on the woman's flushed face.

"What are you looking at?" Uncomfortable under his gaze, Jane twisted her eyebrows, asking.

Patrick chuckled lowly. "Jane, why is your face so red?"

Was it that obvious? Did he see it?

Jane felt a sudden embarrassment, biting her lip. "What are you talking about? I'm not!"

Patrick raised an eyebrow, continuing to tease her. "No? Look in the mirror."

Annoyed, Jane directly pushed the water glass towards Patrick's mouth. "Patrick, do you want to drink or not!"

Just as Jane, resembling a startled bunny, was dealing with Patrick, a sudden female voice echoed.

"Jane, what are you doing?"

The unexpected voice startled Jane, making her hand holding the water glass tremble. The water almost spilled onto Patrick.

Turning around, she looked toward the door, seeing Florence glaring at her with jealous eyes.

Images of Patrick dancing with Florence flashed inexplicably in Jane's mind. Her expression turned cold. She forcefully placed the water glass on the table, speaking in a low voice, "I'm leaving."

"No need to go," Patrick said in a deep voice.

Ignoring him, Jane turned to leave. Suddenly, a firm hand fastened around her waist, not too gentle, not too forceful. Jane slid, and her entire body fell onto Patrick's lap.

Jane's face landed directly between Patrick's legs, an action that seemed excessively intimate.

Florence stared dumbfounded at the scene before her, taking a few seconds to react.

This shameless country bumpkin, Jane, was deliberately seducing Patrick right in front of her!

Florence marched over in her high heels, reaching out to pull Jane away from Patrick, rebuking, "Jane, what are you doing? It's broad daylight. Have some shame..."

Feeling Florence's strong jealousy, Jane stood up, casually wrapping her arms around Patrick's neck, snuggling into his embrace.

She cleared her throat. "Miss Doyle, don't you know how to knock? You've interrupted me and my fiancé. Quite rude, don't you think?"

"You!" Florence was momentarily speechless, her gaze filled with hostility, as if she wished she could torture Jane to death.

Jane, with her enticingly soft body, leaned directly against Patrick. Patrick's breath hitched, and he tightly embraced her slender waist. His cool gaze shifted to Florence. "What are you doing here?"