Mysterious Mrs. Pansy

Before Jane could utter a word, Patrick abruptly disconnected the call, leaving Jane shaking her head in mild frustration. She couldn’t help but wonder why Patrick had been increasingly seeking her out lately whenever an issue arose.

A sense of bewilderment guided Jane to the elevator, where she embarked on her way to Patrick’s office. As she approached, the door was slightly ajar. Prior to entering, she tapped lightly on the door to announce her presence.

“Come in,” Patrick’s voice resonated from within.

Jane pushed the door open, revealing Patrick seated at his desk. He had removed his suit jacket, neatly draping it over the back of a nearby sofa. His attire consisted solely of a crisp white shirt, with the top buttons casually unfastened, revealing a glimpse of his well-defined chest muscles. Combined with his strikingly handsome visage, he exuded an undeniable allure.

In this moment, Patrick remained engrossed in his computer, his fingers expertly dancing across the keyboard as he worked.

Jane, momentarily captivated, finally broke free from her trance. It dawned on her that Patrick was a workaholic, tirelessly dedicating himself even with his injured hand.

A mischievous smile played on Patrick’s lips as he caught Jane staring at him. He teasingly inquired, “Like what you see?”

Caught off guard, Jane coughed, swiftly shifting the conversation to more relevant matters. “Why did you call me?”

Patrick, with an air of authority, inquired about the progress of her meeting with Bruce earlier that day. Jane was perplexed by his sudden interest in the project. Had he decided to invest further in the jewelry venture? Or was he contemplating an expansion into the jewelry market?

“I want details on the progress you’ve made,” Patrick stated, his scrutinizing gaze locked onto Jane.

Jane nodded, prepared to provide the necessary information. “Today’s meeting was primarily focused on discussing next steps. I’m in the process of compiling the meeting minutes. I’ll send them to you as soon as they’re ready. If there’s nothing else, I’ll return to my work.”

Patrick, dissatisfied with her apparent eagerness to leave, interrupted her departure. “Wait.”

Jane inquired, “Is there anything else?”

Patrick extended his injured hand, reminding Jane, “You must have forgotten. The doctor recommended applying ointment to the wound twice a day.”

Jane, confused, replied, “Of course. So, apply it.”

Patrick expressed his inability with an impassive tone. “I don’t know how.”

Jane was taken aback. How could he not know how to apply ointment to a wound? Her thoughts began to formulate a retort when Patrick’s thin lips pursed, and he reminded her of the life-saving favor she owed him.

“Fine, I’ll help you,” Jane grumbled in exasperation. “Where’s the ointment?”

Patrick pointed to a nearby drawer in silence.

Jane retrieved the ointment, unwrapped Patrick’s bandage, and with care, applied it gently to the wound. As her slender fingers moved methodically, Patrick found comfort in the cooling sensation of the ointment. He couldn’t help but ask, “Did you study medicine?”

Jane paused in her actions, surprised by the inquiry. “You’re quite skilled at this,” Patrick commented, eyeing her meaningfully.

Jane responded with a modest smile, “I have some knowledge about it.”

For reasons she couldn’t pinpoint, Jane’s actions and the tranquil atmosphere offered Patrick a sense of unexpected serenity. Gazing deeply into her eyes, he uttered her name, his voice husky and low.

“Jane…”

Jane looked up, meeting his eyes, which now contained a spark of desire. Patrick began to question, “Do you really-”

However, Jane’s phone rang abruptly, breaking the moment. She pulled her phone from her pocket and noted the caller ID, which displayed “Carl.” Patrick’s expression darkened instantaneously.

With ointment-covered hands, Jane struggled to answer the call appropriately, opting to place it on speaker mode.

“Jane, are you busy?” Carl’s voice crackled through the line.

Jane responded with a warm smile, “No, not at all. What’s going on?”

Carl’s tone held a tinge of resentment as he remarked, “Must something bad happen for me to call you?”

Jane assured him, “Of course not. You can call me anytime.”

He continued, “Are you free tonight?”

Jane agreed without hesitation, despite Patrick’s displeasure. “Sure, what’s up?”

Carl extended the invitation, “You left my birthday party early because you weren’t feeling well. Since I’m free tonight, how about I treat you to dinner?”

Jane happily accepted, “Okay, that’s settled. I’ll see you later!”Content © copyrighted by NôvelDrama.Org.

Carl bid farewell, “I’ll pick you up at seven o’clock. See you later! I love you!”

Patrick, witnessing the entire exchange, had grown increasingly irate. He felt unnerved by Jane’s ease in arranging plans with Carl. The expression on his face turned particularly dark, and he questioned Jane, “Are you fond of Carl?”

Jane was stunned by the question, as she had always regarded Carl as a brotherly figure. She opted not to clarify the misunderstanding, believing it unnecessary to justify her actions to Patrick.

“Carl’s nice,” she responded with indifference.

This answer seemed to further infuriate Patrick. “Is that so?” he retorted, his visage consumed by darkness. “Is he your type?”

Jane did not feel the need to explain herself or her friendships to Patrick. “He’s all right.”

As Patrick’s expression soured, he reminded her of the Ice and Fire series and instructed her not to leave the office until the plan was perfected. However, Jane protested, explaining that she had plans for the evening and believed the plan to be already complete, a sentiment echoed by Bruce.

Patrick, however, stood up, towering over her, and asserted, “I’m your boss, and I have the final say!”