Unexpected Fiancée
Chapter 155: Jane, Let'S Get Married

Chapter 155: Jane, Let's Get Married

With a lingering and somewhat domineering kiss, Jane's face flushedinstantly. His scorching breath intertwined with Jane's, his warm lipspressed tightly against hers. The feeling of mutual love and fusionmade Jane's breathing a bit chaotic. The temperature in the living roomkept rising... Jane's gaze gradually became blurred.

In a daze, she heard Patrick's low and hoarse voice, "Jane, let's getmarried.”

Married???

Jane suddenly woke up, "What did you say?"

Patrick's gaze became even deeper as he smiled slightly and saidaffectionately, "Jane, marry me!"

Jane:...

She did agree to Patrick but she never thought about getting married sosoon. After all they had only known each other for just over a monthdespite experiencing life and death together. Marriage... seemed toofast!

Moreover, there were still many things she wanted to do; how could sheget married so early?

"Patrick, you're drunk; don't talk nonsense." Jane covered Patrick's thinlips with her hand to prevent him from saying anything else.

Patrick chuckled lightly.

The next day when Jane woke up Patrick had prepared an abundantbreakfast for her.

“Look at this! Do you like it?" Patrick pulled out the chair for Jane andsat her down.

Looking down at the breakfast that was both colorful in appearance aswell as fragrant in smell before her eyes warmed Jane's heart,"Did youmake all of this?"

"Mmm." Patrick responded calmly,"If you like it I'l make it every day foryou."

As their eyes met across the table facing each other , the elegant manbefore her caused Janes heart to skip half beat slower than usual .Even someone as high above others such as him has such a gentleside? If they really got married would they be happy?

"What are you thinking about?" noticing that Janes mind waswandering away , Patrick waved his distinctively clear large hand infront of her face .

"Oh nothing much ,"Janed replied ,"I'm just thinking which one should Ieat first since everything looks so delicious."

"Taste the fried egg first; it is your favorite.” As he picked up an egg withchopsticks from his plate he placed it into Janes dish while glancingover at her face subtly asking again,"Have you considered my proposallast night?"

Janes chopsticks paused midair,"Are you proposing to me like this? Itisn't romantic at all!" She felt speechless ,"Besides we have only justmet not long ago ; talking about marriage now is too early."

Patrick grabbed onto those three words, "not romantic.” It seemed likehe really lacked experience in this area. He didn't bring up the topicagain and Jane breathed a sigh of relief.

All day, Patrick thought about those three words to the point where hewas distracted during a meeting with company executives. Finally,when the meeting ended, Morton followed Patrick to his office andasked if something was on his mind.

"Women like romance, don't they?" Patrick asked casually.

Morton was taken aback by the unexpected question from his boss. "Isuppose so," he nodded.

Patrick pursed his lips and glanced at Morton before asking anotherquestion: "What makes a proposal romantic?"

A proposal? Morton realized that Patrick must be planning to proposeto Miss North soon but how would he know what's consideredromantic?

“I'm single... I'm not good at this kind of thing," Morton lamented."Okay then, you can go now," Patrick said impatiently as he loosenedhis tie. It looked like he had to take matters into his own hands for thisone.

Two days later...

Jane had been busy all day and was getting ready to leave work whenshe received a call from Patrick: "Are you finished? Let's go together.”"Okay," Jane agreed without hesitation.

When she arrived at the underground garage, she saw Patrick leaningagainst his car with both hands in pockets of trousers looking tall andhandsome under dim lighting - an elegant figure that exudedconfidence and gracefulness as if descended from heaven itself."Jane." When he saw her approaching him, Patrick stood up straightand walked over with long strides.

“Let's go," Jane said with a smile as they got into the car together butnoticed that they weren't heading back home towards Water Moon NewCity which made her curious: "Where are we going?"

Patrick tightly gripped onto the steering wheel while raising an eyebrowplayfully: "You'll replace out soon enough.”

Alright... he's being mysterious about it then. Jane decided not to askany more questions since she would replace out eventually anyway.

After about half an hour of driving around town aimlessly or so itseemed to Jane - finally came their destination as Patric stopped thecar abruptly saying simply; "We're here."

Jane looked ahead and saw that Patrick had brought her to theseaside.

The vast ocean stretched out before them, calm and serene. Thecrystal blue water shimmered in the sunlight, and a cool sea breezetousled Jane's hair, giving her a sense of peace.

But why did they come to the beach?

Jane furrowed her beautiful brows. "Patrick, why did you bring mehere?"

“This is my yacht," Patrick said with a slight smile as he pointed to theluxurious yacht parked on the shore.

Jane was speechless. It was late at night; did Patrick really havenothing better to do than take her out to sea?

To be honest, ever since she fell into the ocean that one time, Jane hadnever liked it.

Before Jane could say anything else, Patrick took her hand and led heronto his yacht.

"Follow me. I've prepared a candlelit dinner for us," he said as he heldonto Jane's hand and walked towards the dining area.

As they entered the dining room, Jane noticed that there were variouscolored origami cranes hanging on all of its walls.

"Why are there so many origami cranes?" she asked in surprise as shestared at each string of folded paper birds hanging from above.

Patrick led Jane over to an exquisitely decorated table in front of whichsat two lifelike origami cranes made from red paper.

He handed one crane over to Jane with deep-set eyes filled withtenderness. “This is for you — do you like it?"

"Don't tell me — you folded this?" asked an incredulous-looking Janewho took hold of one crane while looking down at it intently.

On one wing of this particular bird were several golden letters: "Jane,marry me!" The handwriting was strong yet elegant - unmistakablybelonging only to Patrick himself.

So what exactly did this man want?