Unexpected Fiancée
Chapter 134: Don'T Want To See You Again

Chapter 134: Don't Want to See You Again

As Jane entered the room, she dismissively shook off Patrick's hand."Why was Florence looking for you so late?"

“Didn't you see it all?" Patrick chuckled.

"Discussing a collaboration case in the middle of the night? You two, asingle man and a woman?" Jane's tone inexplicably carried a hint ofsoumess.

Florence's intentions toward Patrick were as clear as day, a fact knownto everyone. Although Patrick had ignored Florence just now, seeingher making such blatant attempts stirred an uncomfortable feeling inJane.

"Jane, are you jealous?" Patrick, with an elegant posture, sat on thesofa, looking at Jane with a smile that could be taken as mocking.“You're the one who's jealous!" Jane angrily tossed the suit in herhands at Patrick. "Here, take it back."

With that, Jane walked away without looking back.

In the next second, a large hand wrapped around her waist.

With a bit of force, Patrick caught Jane off guard, causing her to losebalance and fall into his arms.

Her head bumped against his firm chest, and Jane lightly scoffed, "Letme go."

Smelling the faint fragrance from Jane, so familiar and temptinglyinviting, Patrick's breath caught. He tightly encircled Jane's waist,pulling her body closer to his.

Wrapped in his mature, cologne-infused embrace, Jane stiffened. Shetook a sharp breath, frowning, and said, "Patrick, what are you doing...ah!”

Before she could finish her sentence, Patrick's sexy lips silenced her.Patrick's eyes flickered with a flame as he decisively sealed the lips ofthe woman in his arms.

Jane struggled for a moment, but it seemed to intensify Patrick's desirefor conquest.

His kiss was fervent and lingering, and gradually, Jane began tosurrender, ceasing her resistance.

The girl in his arms cooperated so well that Patrick was pleasantlysurprised, and he couldn't help but want more.

As the overwhelming kisses rained down, a kind of intense affectiongradually grew.

The room's temperature rose gradually, and then higher...

The softness in his arms, so tender and moving, combined withmemories of another girl, Patrick's voice slipped out with a husky tone,"Candy..."

Candy???

Jane suddenly snapped back to reality. She forcefully pushed Patrickaway, delivering a resounding slap.

The sound echoed in the room, instantly extinguishing the previouslyheated atmosphere.

A day's good mood vanished, and Jane's chest heaved violently. Herpretty face turned icy, "Patrick, you've gone too far!"

Feeling the pain on his face, Patrick furrowed his brows.

"From the beginning to the end, you've just seen me as a replacementfor Candy!" Jane stood up, her tone as cold as frost. "All those wordsyou said on the Ferris wheel today were lies! The person you love isCandy, the woman you want to spend your life with is Candy! Now thatyou can't replace her, you just use me as a substitute?"

“I'm telling you, Patrick, I, Jane, won't stoop to being anyone'ssubstitute. You wanted an answer, right? Well, here itis..."

Before Jane could say her "no," Patrick interrupted her in a heavy tone,"Jane, it's not like that."

“Not like that? Then how is it?" Jane's lips curled into a mocking smile.“I'm not a fool. In that situation just now, when you unconsciously said“Candy,’ it said everything.”

Patrick cleared his throat, unsure how to explain.

Jane gave him a feeling so similar to Candy that, just a moment ago,he thought Jane was Candy, which led him to involuntarily call herCandy.

However, in Jane's eyes, he regarded her as a substitute for Candy.

In reality, it wasn't like that.

“No more words, right? Patrick, I don't want to see you again!" Aftersaying this coldly, Jane decisively turned and left.

Her heart felt like it had been splashed with sulfuric acid, painfullythrobbing.

She was truly naive, almost believing Patrick's nonsense on the Ferriswheel.

Luckily, she hadn't fallen too deep.

Pulling away in time, correcting a mistake before it was too late.Florence unwillingly watched Jane and Patrick enter Patrick's room,imagining scenes of their intimate encounter, her anger burning anddistorting her face.

She must get rid of Jane, this shameless country bumpkin!

Patrick belonged to her, Florence!

Staring blankly for a while, Florence reluctantly walked toward her ownroom.

Just as she reached the elevator, she suddenly saw a familiar figurecoming out of the innermost room.

Annie?

Hadn't she returned to France?

Florence stopped in her tracks, looking curiously.

Annie was wearing a nearly transparent white dress, entwining with anolder French man.

Florence knew the old man; he seemed to be a somewhat famousdirector named Joseph.

Annie clung to the old man, "Darling, I sincerely adore you. I must playthe leading role; you have to promise me."

Joseph, with a lecherous smile, pinched Annie, "You did well tonight.However... there are plenty of actresses who want the leading role. Youknow your recent reputation isn't great."

“I was framed!" Annie bit her lip, looking aggrieved.

Blaming that Jane!

Because of her, Annie was caught in the act by the media, and theyextensively reported on her private life, ruining the virtuous image shehad built with Bruce's help.

As a result, many film companies and directors terminated contractswith her. Now she couldn't get any roles, resorting to selling her looksand sleeping with directors to secure roles.

Even a third-rate director like Joseph wouldn't relent, no matter howhard she tried.

"I believe you being framed won't help; the audience doesn't believe it."Joseph shrugged, "How about this, give me some more time. I'll callyou tomorrow night, and we'll discuss it."

"Fine." Annie sighed, understanding Joseph's intentions.

Now, John was her only lifeline, and she had to hold on tight.

"See you tomorrow night.” John glanced at Annie with a lecherous lookand closed the door.

Annie's face darkened, rubbing the places where John had handledher, and walked away.

After a few steps, she suddenly heard a woman's voice, "Annie, longtime no see.”

Annie looked up to see Florence standing in front of her.

"Miss Doyle?" Annie was somewhat surprised.

Florence assessed Annie from top to bottom. Under the thin veil of herdress, the bruises on her body were faintly visible.

Having heard about Joseph being a big pervert, Florence didn't expectAnnie to be so shameless.

It seemed she was also at the end of her rope.

Annie's downfall was also related to Jane.

Florence smirked triumphantly; she was just wondering how to dealwith Jane, and now someone practically handed her a pillow while shewas napping.