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, a single man and a woman?" Jane's tone inexplicably carried a hint of sourness.

Florence's intentions toward Patrick were as clear as day, a fact known to everyone. Although Patrick had ignored Florence just now, seeing her making such blatant attempts stirred an uncomfortable feeling in Jane.

"Jane, are you jealous?" Patrick, with an elegant posture, sat on the sofa, 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 her hands 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 lose balance and fall into his arms.

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

Smelling the faint fragrance from Jane, so familiar and temptingly inviting, 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. She took 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 of the woman in his arms.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Candy???

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

The sound echoed in the room, instantly extinguishing the previously heated atmosphere.

A day's good mood vanished, and Jane's chest heaved violently. Her pretty 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 replacement for Candy!" Jane stood up, her tone as cold as frost. "All those words you said on the Ferris wheel today were lies! The person you love is Candy, the woman you want to spend your life with is Candy! Now that you can't find her, you just use me as a substitute?"

"I'm telling you, Patrick, I, Jane, won't stoop to being anyone's substitute. You wanted an answer, right? Well, here it is..."

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 her Candy.

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!" After saying this coldly, Jane decisively turned and left.

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

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

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 and distorting 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 own room.

Just as she reached the elevator, she suddenly saw a familiar figure coming 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 an older French man.

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

Annie clung to the old man, "Darling, I sincerely adore you. I must play the 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. You know your recent reputation isn't great." Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

"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 they extensively reported on her private life, ruining the virtuous image she had built with Bruce's help.

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

Even a third-rate director like Joseph wouldn't relent, no matter how hard 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 call you 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 look and closed the door.

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

After a few steps, she suddenly heard a woman's voice, "Annie, long time 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 her dress, the bruises on her body were faintly visible.

Having heard about Joseph being a big pervert, Florence didn't expect Annie 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 deal with Jane, and now someone practically handed her a pillow while she was napping.