Chapter 49: Should I Help You With Your Bath


    Chapter 49: Should I Help You With Your Bath


    Jane was left utterly speechless.


    "Didn''t you say you would repay me for saving your life?" Patrick''s expression was stern and


    serious, making it hard for Jane to discern the jest behind his words.


    ncing at Patrick''s wound, Jane responded in a resigned tone, "Alright."


    Despite her reluctant agreement, Patrick noticed theck of enthusiasm. He took the cutlery from


    her with a smile, "I''m just kidding. I can manage on my own."


    Jane breathed a sigh of relief. Patrick''s sudden sense of humor was out of character for him. It was


    quite unusual.


    Nheless, Patrick''s struggle was evident as he ate with his left hand, unustomed to the task.


    Hepleted his meal andplimented her, "It tastes good."


    "I''m d you liked it," Jane replied, rising to clear the table.


    "Leave it. Someone will take care of it tomorrow," Patrick suggested, rubbing his temples, his


    weariness evident. "I''m exhausted."


    "Let me help you to your room so you can rest," Jane offered. Her day had been long and tiring as


    well. She was eager to retire early to prepare for the work she had ahead of her the following day.


    Patrick agreed, and Jane went to great lengths to assist him to his room. Just as she was about to


    guide him onto the bed, he stopped her.


    "I want to take a shower first," Patrick informed her.


    Jane, her guard raised, nervously asked, "Do you need assistance with that too?"


    Patrick, loosening his tie, broke into a yful smile. "Just run a bath for me."


    Jane breathed a sigh of relief and proceeded to fill the bathtub to his liking. She returned to inform


    him that it was ready. She sat on the couch, waiting for Patrick to finish his shower and


    contemting which room she would sleep in. However, she was so exhausted that she soon fell


    asleep on the sofa.


    After his shower, Patrick exited the bathroom and noticed Jane fast asleep on the sofa, her steady


    breathing the only sound in the room. Seeing the opportunity, he took the time to observe her. Her


    skin was smooth and delicate, her eyes were a vision of perfection, and the soft light from the


    chandelier cast shadows on her cheeks.


    Patrick''s eyes softened as he bent over to lift her. Gently, he ced her on the bed and tucked her


    in. Then hey down beside her.


    "Teddy, let me hug you," Jane murmured in her sleep, embracing Patrick as if he were a teddy bear.


    Patrick tensed. This sensation was all too familiar. He reached out and caressed her hair.


    "Candy, is that really not you?"


    The following morning, the sun''s rays filtered through the curtains, illuminating the room. Jane


    awoke and sat up in confusion, greeted by a crystal chandelier overhead. She looked around and


    soon realized she was in Patrick''s bed.


    Perplexed, Jane rubbed her temples, slowly recollecting the events of the previous night. She


    remembered that Patrick had intervened between her and the knife. Afterward, she had seen him


    home, and they had dinner. Beyond that, her memories were hazy.


    Why couldn''t she remember anything else? Why was she in Patrick''s bed? It had just been the two


    of them in the apartment, and she was certain she hadn''t moved there herself.


    Did Patrick put her to bed? Jane examined her attire, finding it undisturbed. Just then, Patrick


    pushed the door open and entered the room.


    Seeing Jane awake and sitting on the bed, he greeted her with a faint smile. "You''re awake."


    "Why am I here?" Jane demanded, sidestepping his greeting.


    Patrick nced at her and shrugged. "It can get cold sleeping on the sofa alone."


    With that, Jane realized Patrick had ced her in his bed.


    Jane felt somewhat embarrassed. "There''s breakfast in the dining room. You can go and have it. I''ll


    be working from home today and have given you the day off. If you need anything,e to my


    study," Patrick informed her before leaving for his own work.


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    Jane checked the time and discovered it was nearly ten o''clock. Thankfully, Patrick had granted her


    the day off, and she decided to head to work after breakfast. She got up, went to the dining room,


    and was surprised to find avish breakfast spread on the table. She sat down to enjoy her meal.


    Suddenly, the doorbell rang, and Jane wondered who would be visiting at this hour. Opening the


    door, she was met by a tall and elegant young woman, Melissa.


    Melissa, wearing a white dress and carrying a mug, smiled until her expression changed upon


    seeing Jane. "Jane, what are you doing here?"


    Jane retorted, "Why can''t I be at my fiancé''s ce? And why did youe here so early?"


    "When is my cousin?" Melissa asked, her eyes scanning the room.


    Upon hearing the information from Patrick the previous night, Melissa was disappointed. It meant


    she couldn''t see him today.


    In the morning, she had cooked breakfast early, nning to bring it to Patrick''s office. However,


    Morton had informed her that Patrick had taken a leave. Surprisingly, Jane hadn''t shown up for work


    either.


    Worried, Melissa had hurried over to Water Moon Community and found Jane there.


    This meant that she had spent the night with Patrick. Ignoring Melissa, Jane continued with her


    breakfast. Melissa decided to make herselffortable and walked into the dining room.


    Seeing the prepared breakfast, Melissa realized that Patrick had cooked it himself. In the past,


    Patrick would only cook breakfast when Mike was sick to cheer him up. Yet today, he had prepared


    breakfast for Jane. Melissa felt a pang of jealousy.


    As Jane ignored Melissa''s presence and concentrated on her meal, Melissa became increasingly


    irate. She raised her voice, demanding, "Jane, where is my cousin?"


    Ignoring Melissa''s question, Jane finished her breakfast and got up. She was met with Melissa


    blocking her way.


    "Jane, who do you think you are?"


    Melissa seethed, refusing to let Jane pass. Her eyes revealed jealousy and contempt as she


    shouted, "You''re just a country bumpkin who doesn''t deserve my cousin at all!"


    Recalling the time she had witnessed Melissa kissing Patrick while he slept, Jane asked


    sarcastically, "If I don''t deserve him, then who does? You?"


    "Jane, stop spouting nonsense!" Melissa yelled. At that moment, Melissa spotted a tall figure


    approaching the dining room.


    In an instant, she screamed and copsed to the floor. "Jane, why did you push me?"