Unexpected Fiancée

Chapter 168: What She Wants Is A Heart-To-Heart Connection

Chapter 168: What She Wants is a Heart-to-Heart Connection

Jane's heart couldn't help but skip a beat.

The scene of Patrick tightly hugging Candy yesterday unexpectedly popped into Jane's mind.

Candy appearing here could only mean one thing-Patrick.

Patrick didn't allow her to visit Old Pansy because he had plans with Candy?

"Jane, do you know her?" Osborn, seeing Jane's cold expression and her unwavering gaze at the girl, couldn't help but ask curiously.

A slight curve appeared at the corner of Jane's mouth, and her eyes narrowed slightly. "She is Candy."

"She's Candy?" Following Jane's gaze, Osborn looked curiously and saw Candice's figure disappearing at the hospital gate.

Jane withdrew her gaze, suppressed various emotions in her heart, and calmly said, "Let's go."

Carrying a thermos, Candice inquired her way to the eighth floor of the inpatient department.

"Excuse me, is Old Pansy in this ward?" Candice walked over to the ward where there were guards in front and asked.

The guards in black clothes impatiently waved their hands. "Miss, please leave."

Since Old Pansy fell ill, there were always some ungrateful reporters disguising themselves, trying to get some exclusive news.

The guards, seeing Candice as a stranger, mistook her for a disguised journalist.

Candice pursed her lips, smiled charmingly, and said, "Gentlemen, I'm a friend of Mr. Pansy and have something very important to discuss with him. My name is Candy. Can you help me inform him?"

Candy?

Patrick's personal bodyguards naturally knew that their CEO had always had a girl in his heart, named Candy.

And today's gossip entertainment news had all said that the CEO had found Candy. They were together yesterday, and there were even photos.

Although the woman in the photos was blurry, the bodyguards took a careful look at Candice and found some resemblance.

The guards didn't dare to neglect. "Please wait a moment."

"Mr. Pansy, there's a girl named Candy outside, claiming to have important matters to discuss with you," the guard entered and respectfully informed Patrick.

"Candy?" Patrick was somewhat surprised, stood up, and walked to the door.

"Paddy." Looking at the tall and handsome man in front of her, Candice curved her lips, revealing a sweet smile.

Patrick glanced down at her. "Are you here for a check-up at the hospital? I'll find someone to accompany you."

Yesterday, he accidentally bumped into Candy. Although he took her to the hospital for a check-up and found nothing serious, later, Candy suddenly complained of chest pain when she returned home. He was in a hurry to rush to Emperor Hotel and didn't have time to take care of Candy.

"No." Candice shook her head. "I'm fine."

After a pause, she spoke softly, "Paddy, you left in such a hurry yesterday, and I was worried. Today, after seeing the news, I realized that it was your engagement ceremony last night."

When she mentioned the words "engagement ceremony," Candice's eyes dimmed a bit. "I'm sorry; it's all my fault."

Patrick was somewhat puzzled. "Why do you say that?"

"I didn't know that Miss North from yesterday was your fiancée," Candice bit her lip and looked fragile and self-blaming. "Is it because of me that Miss North misunderstood, leading to the cancellation of the engagement ceremony? And your grandfather fell seriously ill?"

"Has nothing to do with you," Patrick's face turned colder, and his thin lips lifted slightly.

Candice lowered her eyes. "If needed, I can explain to Miss North. Paddy, I'm willing to do anything for you."

"Paddy, I'm willing to do anything for you..."

This sentence was exactly what Candy had said to him back in the small dark room.

Patrick's brow twitched. "Candy, thank you."

Candice handed the thermos to Patrick. "Paddy, I know you must be worried about Old Pansy's illness, but you also need to take care of yourself. This is a chicken soup I specially made for you.

Give it a try."

Facing Candy's concern, Patrick felt a warmth in his heart and reached out to take the thermos.

Candice, with a faint smile on her lips, suddenly remembered something. She took out $500 from her pocket. "Paddy, this is my earnings from last night's performance. Please take it back. I'll slowly repay the rest..."

Patrick pushed away the money Candice offered, speaking in a deep voice, "No need. Candy, between you and me, there's no need for such formality."

Between life and death...

Was this Patrick's description of their relationship?

A glint of darkness flashed in Candice's eyes.

She didn't want a life-and-death relationship; she wanted hearts intertwined. She wanted Patrick's heart-the most dazzling man in the world!

But, not in a hurry. Step by step, slowly.

Now, it was already a good start. This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

"Paddy, just take it." Candice stuffed the money into Patrick's hand. "I have to go sing at the bar. I won't disturb you. Take care of yourself."

With that, Candy turned and left.

Looking at the $500 bill that still carried Candice's warmth, Patrick furrowed his brows and called Morton, "Arrange for Candice's grandmother to be transferred to the best hospital and treated by the best doctor."

"Yes, Mr. Pansy," Morton promptly replied.

After hanging up, Patrick returned to the ward.

On the sickbed, Old Pansy remained unconscious.

Patrick gently covered Old Pansy with the blanket and, bowing his head to look at Old Pansy, who was covered in tubes and pale, a twinge of pain gripped his heart.

He held Old Pansy's hand as if trying to transfer all his strength to him. "Grandpa, you will get better."

"Mr. Pansy." Dr. Pater, who knows when he entered, stood behind Patrick.

Patrick raised his eyes and asked coldly, "When will my grandfather wake up, Dr. Pater?"

Dr. Pater's expression froze. "Mr. Pansy, I was just about to talk to you about Old Pansy's condition."

"Dr. Pater, tell me the truth. How is my grandfather's condition?" Patrick's handsome face turned cold, urging him.

"To be honest, I'm not sure about Old Pansy's illness," Dr. Pater cautiously began, "But in this world, there's someone who should be able to cure Old Pansy."

"Who is that person?" Patrick asked with a raised eyebrow.

As long as that person could heal his grandfather, Patrick would find them no matter who they were.

Dr. Pater cleared his throat and said, "Today, I searched through all the information about Old Pansy's condition, and I finally managed to contact my mentor abroad. He said that only the miraculous Dr. Newton could cure Old Pansy."

"Dr. Newton?" Patrick was taken aback. He had never heard of this person.