Unexpected Fiancée
Chapter 125: Will You Marry Me

Chapter 125: Will You Marry Me

“I'l go in and check on Patrick," Jane eagerly said.

"But Morton said no one can enter without his orders," the guardhesitated.

They knew Jane was Patrick's fiancée, but since Morton instructedthem, they faithfully kept Jane outside.

After a moment of thought, Jane took out her phone and called Morton.Hearing the ringtone, Morton glanced down, saw it was Jane, andpressed the speaker button.

"Miss North, is there something?" Morton asked.

Jane's voice, filled with anxiety and concern, came through the phone,"Is Patrick awake?"

"No," Morton looked down at Patrick, who was lying comfortably on thebed, and calmly replied.

Not awake?

A wave of disappointment hit Jane, and she bit her lip, “I'm still worriedabout Patrick. Can I go in and see him?"

Every word of Jane's plea reached Patrick's ears.

The corner of his attractive lips couldn't help but lift into a mysteriouscurve.

This woman still cared about him.

With a questioning look, Morton glanced at Patrick.

Seeing Patrick nod slightly, Morton spoke, "Please wait a moment."Morton opened the door, and Jane's petite figure stood at the entrance.Smiling, Morton said, "Please come in."

"Miss North can come and go freely in the future.” Morton turned to theguards.

"Is Patrick okay?" Jane's gaze focused on the man lying on the bed,still strikingly handsome even in his "unconscious" state.

With closed eyes, hearing Jane's caring voice, Patrick's most tenderplace on his left chest seemed to be gently tickled by feathers.

“The CEO is fine, and his condition is stable,” Morton said, pursing hislips.

“I thought I heard him speaking just now," Jane stared at Patrickintently, as if she had indeed heard his voice.

"No, it was me talking on the phone," Morton quickly shook his head."Oh, I see," Jane said, somewhat disappointed.

Morton looked at Jane, then at Patrick, and said, "Miss North, sinceyou're here with him, I'll head back. If you need anything, you caninstruct the guards at the door. They're all the CEO's trusted aides.”Since Jane had arrived, it was better for him not to be a third wheelhere.

"Thank you," Jane faintly smiled at Morton.

Morton turned and walked out of the room, closing the door.

However, deep down, he couldn't help but think, did the CEO reallyfake his unconsciousness just to expose the mastermind? Perhaps hejust wanted to make Jane worry.

Sitting at the bedside, Jane silently watched the man lying in bed, hermood exceptionally heavy.

Waves of fatigue washed over her, and finally unable to resist, Jane saton the bed and fell asleep.

The room was very quiet, with only the faint sound of breathinglingering.

The man who had been in a coma slowly opened his eyes.

Patrick's clear and indifferent gaze, when it fell on the woman sleepingat the bedside, involuntarily softened, and a faint smile appeared on hislips.

Patrick gently stood up, took a thin blanket from the bed, and coveredJane with it.

In a daze, Jane murmured, "Patrick, you'll be fine."

A warmth enveloped Patrick as he glanced tenderly at Jane's face.Her delicate and petite face showed signs of weariness, with slightlypursed pale lips reflecting the fatigue from the recent hectic days. Therelentless hustle had undoubtedly taken its toll on her.

Patrick bent down slightly, placing a gentle kiss on Jane's smoothforehead. "Everything will be over soon.”

Early the next morning, sunlight streamed through the glass windows,casting a glow on Jane's face.

She woke up with a start.

To her surprise, she found herself covered with a blanket.

She vaguely remembered falling asleep in a haze last night. How didthe blanket get here?

Could it be Patrick? Was he awake?

With a mix of excitement and hope, Jane looked towards the hospitalbed.

But the man lying there still had his eyes closed, unconscious.

Her heart sank a little.

Memories of the moments spent with Patrick flooded Jane's mind. Hisprotection, care, and risking himself to shield her from the ceiling-allthese thoughts swirled in her head.

"Patrick, you can't be in trouble. Please wake up soon. I'm willing to doanything for you as long as you wake up," Jane whispered with a hint ofredness in her eyes.

"Anything? Are you willing to marry me?" Right when Jane was lost inher thoughts, a clear voice, as familiar as a melodious tune, echoed inher ears.

Patrick!

It was Patrick's voice!

An uncontrollable joy surged through Jane's heart. She looked towardsthe bedside, only to see the man who was previously unconscious nowopening his eyes.

"Patrick, you're awake?" A genuinely radiant smile lit up Jane's face.Her anxious heart finally found relief.

Patrick was awake!

He finally woke up!

Fantastic!

A faint curve appeared on Patrick's lips as he arched an eyebrow. "Doyour words from earlier count?"

"What words?" Jane was momentarily confused, only to realize whatshe had said.

Meeting the seemingly playful gaze of the man before her, Janesuddenly grasped the situation. Annoyed, she glared at Patrick andpounded his chest with both hands. "Patrick, you were pretending!"Patrick's large hand caught Jane's hands, pressing them against hischest. "Jane, can't you feel my heart beating for you?"

Touching his firm muscles, Jane's face involuntarily turned red.

Did this man have to be so flirtatious?

Jane took a deep breath, composed herself, and adopted a coldexpression. “Patrick, why did you pretend to be unconscious?"

"What do you think?" Patrick retorted, gazing at Jane with intensity.After contemplating for a moment, Jane said, "In fact, you already havean idea about who orchestrated this explosion, right?"

Patrick nodded indifferently, “I suspect it's Jones, but I don't haveevidence yet."

Understanding, Jane continued, "So, you pretended to be unconsciousto make Jones think his plan succeeded. When he takes the next step,you'll expose his true colors?"

Patrick, however, diverted from the topic, looking deeply into Jane'seyes. "Were those words you just said true?"