Unexpected Fiancée
Chapter 126: I'M Pursuing You

Chapter 126: I'm Pursuing You

Patrick's deep and unfathomable gaze fell directly on Jane's face.

His magnetic voice lingered in Jane's ears.

With a slight pause in her breath, Jane lifted her gaze, meeting hisprofound eyes. She quirked her lips and said, "I have no idea whatyou're talking about.”

Patrick smiled faintly. “I heard every word you just said."

"What did I say? You heard everything?" Jane felt a bit embarrassedand a bit annoyed, giving Patrick a glare.

This scheming man actually pretended to be unconscious!

If she had known, she wouldn't have worried so much about him.Patrick extended his well-defined hand, took hold of Jane's hand, andplaced it in his palm. His other large hand joined in, tightly envelopingJane's hand.

"You said you would do anything for me as long as I woke up. Well, I'mawake now," he spoke in a low tone. "So, are you willing to marry me?"The warmth from Patrick's hands permeated Jane's palm and back ofher hand, causing an inexplicable flutter in her heart.

"Are you proposing to me?" Jane pursed her lips.

“I'm pursuing you." Patrick raised an eyebrow, and his profound gazeseemed like a captivating stream that could drown anyone.

Pursuing...

Jane's heartbeat quickened.

At this moment, discussing such matters in the hospital room was quiteinappropriate.

Jane pulled her hand away, speaking coldly, "All those things I said justnow are null and void. Why did you pretend to be unconscious?""Once a move is made, there's no turning back," Patrick furrowed hisbrow.

Jane: ...

The atmosphere in the hospital room became awkward for a moment.After a few seconds of silence, Patrick cleared his throat. "Can you giveme an answer I want in two months?"

Jane thought carefully and nodded, "I'll give you an answer by then."

A determined glint flashed in Patrick's eyes; he believed he could getthe answer he desired.

"Weren't you pretending to be unconscious? Lie down quickly," Janechanged the subject. “Don't let anyone see.”

“No worries, the bodyguards are outside," Patrick said calmly.

As he finished speaking, Jane's phone rang.

Looking down, she saw it was a call from her grandfather.

Jane answered the phone and sweetly greeted, "Grandpa."

"Jane, are you okay?" Old North's voice came through the waves.Jane smiled and said, "Of course, I'm fine.”

"Are the reports in the news true?" Old North asked again.

“It's a mix of truth and lies. Grandpa, don't worry. Focus on fishing andgardening. I'll handle things here,” Jane replied.

"Why would I worry?" Old North laughed heartily on the other end. "IfI'm not mistaken, Patrick, the guy mentioned in the news, faked hisunconsciousness, right?"

"Grandpa, you even know about this..." Jane pursed her lips, deeplyadmiring her grandfather.

“I wasn't too sure, but listening to your voice tells me everything. Howcan someone be so calm when their fiancé is unconscious?" Old Northstroked his beard and laughed heartily.

"Grandpa, don't talk nonsense. He's not my fiancé. As soon as thethree-month agreement is up, I'll annul the engagement with him," Janesaid with a hint of shyness, half truth, and half lie.

"Alright, I'm going to water the plants,” Old North hung up the phone.Putting the phone away, Jane turned around, and Patrick's icy breathhit her.

"Was what you said to your grandfather true?" Patrick frowned. Why didthis woman always bring up canceling the engagement so easily?“You'll replace out later," Jane ignored the displeasure of the man in front ofher and said lightly, "I promised you an answer in two months."

Just then, a knocking sound reached them.

“Lie down quickly," Jane lowered her voice.

Patrick lay down leisurely, and Jane helped him cover with a blanket.Opening the door, Jones stood at the entrance of the hospital room."Jones, what's up?" Jane asked.

Jones glanced into the room and, with a hint of concern in his tone,asked, "How is Mr. Pansy?"

Jane lowered her eyelids, sighed deeply, and said, "Still the same,unconscious."

"What did the doctor say? When will he wake up?" Jones inquired.Jane shook her head, her face filled with sorrow, "The doctor said... thechances of him waking up are very slim."

Jones's mouth slightly lifted, barely visible. He patted Jane's shoulderand comforted her, "Don't worry too much. Mr. Pansy will be fine."

“I hope so," Jane said softly.

After a pause, Jane seemed to remember something. "By the way,have they identified the victims of the explosion?"

"That's exactly why I'm here,” Jones cleared his throat. "The identitiesof the two deceased have been confirmed. They were warehouseadministrators. They were also the ones who tampered with thematerials.”

"Why would they do that?" Jane pretended to be anxious and asked."Well, you see, these two warehouse administrators had a consistentlypoor work performance. They were criticized by their superiors, andfeeling discontent with the company, they wanted to retaliate,” Jonesshrugged, "As for the explosion, it was entirely accidental. One of theadministrators violated the rules by smoking, and a cigarette butt fellonto the compromised raw materials, causing the explosion.”

“I never expected it to be like this," Jane furrowed her pretty brows. "Allthis trouble for the company over a small matter."

"Now news about the explosion is everywhere online. I think it's a goodidea to hold a press conference to clarify and disclose the facts to thepublic, to avoid suspicion about the company spreading,” Jones lookedat Jane with questioning eyes. "Miss North, what do you think?"

Jane nodded in agreement, "Jones, you've thought it through. I'll leavethis matter to you."

"What about Morton..." Jones pretended to hesitate.

"Morton is not familiar with the situation in France, and with Patrickunconscious, it's best for you to handle the press conference. It's moresuitable,” Jane smiled faintly.

"Alright, I'll get prepared then," Jones looked at Patrick lying on thehospital bed once more before turning to leave.

"How was it? I did pretty well, didn't I?" After Jones left, Jane returnedto the bedside and glanced at the man on the hospital bed.

Patrick's gaze turned cold. Since Jones was so eager, they would playalong.