Unexpected Fiancée
Chapter 121: Thought I Was Going To Die

Chapter 121: Thought I Was Going to Die

As soon as Jane mentioned leaving, Patrick's handsome face turnedslightly cold.

Was she leaving because of his mother's words just now, or was itbecause...

"Jane, my mom is just like that. Don't take it to heart," Patrick suddenlyapproached Jane, reaching out to grab her shoulder.

His deep gaze, tinged with an unusual hue, his voice low and husky, hesaid, "Believe me, I will handle things with my mom, and she won'ttrouble you again.”

Caught in Patrick's intense gaze, Jane's heart involuntarily skipped abeat.

Taking a step back, she smiled, changing the subject. "Don't talk aboutthis now; we should get going. If we don't leave soon, we'll be late.”Patrick's gaze returned to its usual indifference, and his thin lips gentlyopened. "Let's go!"

The two arrived at the airport, and Patrick, leading Jane, stopped infront of a Boeing aircraft.

“Is this your plane?" Jane assessed the luxurious plane before her.

On her birthday, Grandpa had wanted to buy her such a plane as a gift,but Jane declined because she was afraid of heights.

"Mr. Pansy, Miss North.” The captain and flight attendants stoodrespectfully at the door, welcoming Patrick and Jane.

“Let's go up.” Patrick held Jane's hand and led her onto the plane.

The plane soared into the sky, quickly disappearing into the clouds.

At an altitude of 100, 000 feet, Jane sat next to Patrick, her calm gazelooking at the layers of clouds outside the window.

"What are you thinking?" Patrick suddenly spoke, his voice faintlyquestioning in Jane's ear.

“Nothing.” Jane turned her head, meeting Patrick's deep gaze. Shecleared her throat and said, “I'm wondering who might have a grudgeagainst Pansy Group."

"We'll know as soon as we arrive in France," Patrick smiled. "Don'tthink too much. Have something to drink. What do you want?"

Jane thought for a moment. "Orange juice.”

Patrick called a flight attendant and said, "Bring me a glass of orangejuice.”

"Of course, please wait a moment.” The flight attendant smiled.

Five minutes later, the flight attendant prepared the orange juice andhanded it to Jane. "Miss North, your orange juice.”

"Thank you." Jane took the orange juice, ready to drink, but suddenly,the plane experienced turbulence, descending rapidly.

"Ah!!!" Jane exclaimed.

At the same time, the lights on the plane went out, plunging everythinginto darkness.

The sensation of weightlessness made Jane shudder, and the infinitedarkness enveloped her with fear.

In her mind, fragments seemed to flash by.

She felt like she was falling into an abyss, surrounded by pitch-blackdarkness, continuously plummeting...

This feeling, so real, as if it had actually happened.

Jane reached out, trying to grab onto something, but there was nothingto hold onto.

The despairing fear spread throughout Jane's limbs and bones.

"Save me..." Jane's face turned pale, panic-stricken, she cried out.Patrick reached out his well-defined hand, tightly embracing Jane, andasked with concern, "Jane, what's wrong? Are you okay?"

Patrick's broad and warm embrace eased Jane's heart a bit. Shesubconsciously held onto Patrick, a hint of post-crisis grievance in hervoice, "I was so scared.”

"Don't be afraid; it was just turbulence,” Patrick felt the woman in hisarms relying on him, and his sexy lips couldn't help but curve upslightly.

Soon, the plane returned to calm, and the lights came back on.Realizing that she was holding onto Patrick tightly, Jane blushed. Shequickly let go of him, saying, “I'm sorry, I was too out of control justnow."

“It's just a little accident,” Patrick's tone was heavy, but his eyes subtlyflickered with concern.

“That scared me..." Jane patted her chest, took a deep breath, andsaid, "I thought I was going to die."

“I didn't think you were so timid," Patrick teased, quirking the corner ofhis lips.

Most of the time, Jane appeared composed, calm, independent, andstrong. It was rare for her to show such panic and fear.

Jane took a few deep breaths, calming her emotions. "You wouldn'tknow. I'm most afraid of the dark and afraid of heights. I had both justnow, so, of course, I was scared.”

Patrick held Jane's hand, his deep gaze gentle yet firm. "With me here,you have nothing to fear."

Feeling the warmth of Patrick's fingertips, a warm current sweptthrough Jane's heart.

Actually, this man was really good.

If it weren't for Candy, she thought she might accept him.

But now...

Jane sighed lightly, pulled her hand away, and spoke with a faintexpression, “Thank you."

Sensing the woman's clear rejection, Patrick's gaze dimmed slightly.He turned his head, his gaze deep, his tone low, "Jane, are you reallyunwilling to accept me?"

Jane was stunned for a moment, then returned to her senses. "Patrick,now is not the time to discuss this issue. Have you forgotten ourpurpose in going to France? Pansy Group is facing difficulties now. Doyou still have the mood to think about these things?"

"Difficulties?" Patrick smiled faintly, his handsome face calm andconfident. "This little thing doesn't count.”

Well...

In fact, Jane didn't think this was a big deal either. It just required someeffort to expose the mastermind behind it.

The rest of the journey was calm, and the plane didn't encounter anymore significant air currents.

The plane landed, and Jane breathed a sigh of relief.

Jones and Bruce were already waiting for them at the airport in France.As Jane and Patrick disembarked, Bruce approached, "Hi, Mr. Huo,Miss North, long time no see.”

"Hello, Mr. Bruce." Jane greeted him with a polite smile, shaking handswith Bruce.

"Mr. Pansy, we have found out that in the warehouse of raw materialsat Factory One, one of them detected substandard materials containingradioactive elements," Jones eagerly reported to Patrick.

"So, the problem lies with the raw materials?" Patrick squinted slightly."Patrick, sorry, I also bear responsibility for this matter,” Bruce's tonecarried a hint of guilt. After all, this incident occurred in France, and theproducts produced by the French factory were distributed by Bruce'sLady Fashion.

"Bruce, let's go and see what's going on together,” Patrick's eyes werecold and calm.

"Mr. Pansy, why don't you and Miss North go to the hotel to rest for awhile? You've traveled a long way..." Jones suggested, looking at Jane,who appeared fatigued.

"No need; we're going to Factory One right away.” Jane shook herhead. She was eager to know the truth.