Chapter 34: The Kiss
Chapter 34: The Kiss
Patrick was in such a drunken stupor that his vision was blurred. As he reluctantly opened his eyes,
a lovely young woman stood before him. Her visage was sweet and oddly familiar, transporting him
back to his youth.
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Suddenly, he was thirteen again, locked in a dimly lit room with this very girl. Guards patrolled
outside, and a menacing dog loomed inside. Patrick had harbored a lifelong fear of dogs, but the girl
had held him close, offering sce.
"Dogs aren''t scary at all. If you show fear, they''ll bark at you," the girl reassured him in the darkness.
Herrge, starry eyes twinkled, illuminating Patrick''s heart.
In their quiet moments, she teased, "Does this mean I saved your life? Without me, you''d have
been terrified to death by that dog. So, you should marry me when we grow up!"
Patrick readily agreed, "Okay."
In his inebriated state, the girl before him now seemed to be the embodiment of that cherished
memory. He murmured, "Candy, do you remember? We were locked together in that dark room. You
saved me from the big dog and even bandaged my wound."
Dark room? Big dog? Bandaging his wound? Jane''s head throbbed as though something from the
depths of her memory tried to resurface. Unfortunately, it remained just out of reach.
"Candy, do you know I''ve searched for you all these years? It''s incredible to finally see you again,"
Patrick whispered, taking Jane''s hand and brushing his lips against it. Her hand exuded a sweet
fragrance, confirming his belief that she was his Candy. "Candy, you smell so delightful," he
mumbled, intoxicated by her scent.
"Patrick, you''re drunk. Let go of me!" Jane chided, feeling helpless when dealing with a drunken
Patrick.
In his befuddled state, Patrick refused, clutching her hand with tenacity. "Please don''t leave me,
Candy."
"Alright," Jane conceded, "let me help you to your room." Her aim was to swiftly extricate herself
from this situation.
After all, she couldn''t stay in the living room with him all night. She was willing to lend a hand by
escorting him to his room. Jane strained to help him to his feet, yet his sheer weight presented a
challenge.
"Patrick, get up quickly. Don''t just lie here on the floor!" she urged.
Patrick gazed up at her with unfocused eyes and consented, "Alright, Candy. I''ll get up."
Jane was perplexed by the name ''Candy,'' but she managed to assist him onto his feet. Patrick
encircled her shoulders, leaning heavily against her. His warm breath wafted over her face as his
head rested against the side of her head.
The proximity made Jane ufortable, and the memory of their bathroom kiss resurfaced, fueling
her inner turmoil. She inched away from him, but Patrick clung even tighter.
Her teeth clenched in frustration, she held him upright and proceeded to guide him up the stairs. As
they finally reached his floor and Jane heaved a sigh of relief, a woman''s voice pierced the silence.
"What are you doing?"
Jane nced up and saw Melissa, who had woken up during themotion. Her voice carried a
note of disbelief and concern. Melissa, seeing Patrick in this state, couldn''t stay passive.
"Stop, Jane!" she cried out, but Jane, too exhausted to exin, simply maneuvered around her,
continuing to assist Patrick toward his room.
"Jane!" Melissa shouted after her, but Jane was undeterred. It was clear to Melissa that Patrick was
in no state to fend for himself.
And he was being aided by Jane.
In Melissa''s eyes, Jane''s actions appeared to be an attempt to seduce Patrick and sleep with him.
She moved closer and seized Jane''s arm, demanding an exnation.
"Why did you get Patrick drunk in the middle of the night? Are you trying to seduce him?" Melissa''s
eyes were sharp and usatory.
Jane regarded Melissa with indifference and scoffed. "I''m his fiancée. He''s mine. Why would I need
to get him drunk to seduce him?"
"Jane!" Melissa rebuked, looking from Jane to Patrick.
Unable to change Jane''s mind, Melissa was left with the task of helping Patrick back to his room.
She gently deposited him on his bed and removed his shoes.
"Patrick, what happened? Why did you drink so much?" Melissa inquired.
Patrick, in his inebriated state, opened his eyes, gazing at Melissa forlornly. "You''re not Candy."
Melissa''s brows furrowed in confusion. She couldn''t make out what he''d said clearly, and Patrick
offered no further exnation. Instead, he closed his eyes and drifted into slumber.
Sitting at the edge of the bed, Melissa studied the peaceful, handsome face of the man she had
secretly adored for years. His snores were soft, and even in his inebriated state, he seemed more
handsome and appealing.
Melissa''s heart ached painfully. "Patrick, why won''t you notice me? I don''t want to be just your
cousin," shemented softly. She''d harbored feelings for Patrick since she was fourteen, but he
viewed her solely as his cousin. Yet, Melissa wasn''t biologically rted to Patrick. She had been
adopted by Patrick''s aunt, and her eyes conveyed unspoken love and admiration. She lowered her
face to his and pressed a gentle kiss upon the man she''d secretly loved for years.
Meanwhile, as Jane returned to her room, she found a diamond button in her hand. It was
undoubtedly one of the cufflinks from Patrick''s suit. She must have inadvertently torn it off when
helping him up the stairs.
After a moment of contemtion, she decided to return the button to its rightful owner. She had no
desire to be falsely used of theft. Upon reaching Patrick''s room and noticing the door slightly
ajar, she pushed it open. "Patrick, I…"
However, the words caught in Jane''s throat as she was confronted with a startling sight. Melissa
was kissing Patrick.