Chapter 69: Culinary Charms


    Chapter 69: Culinary Charms


    In his casual attire, Patrick was engrossed in the kitchen, preparing breakfast, basking in the gentle


    rays of sunlight that streamed through the window. Jane found herself entranced by his striking


    features – his handsome face, chiseled nose, and those sensuous, slightly curled lips. He seemed


    more animated and vibrant, a departure from his usual work-rted stoicism. Even wearing an


    apron, he was a sight to behold.


    Jane couldn''t tear her gaze away, but Patrick eventually noticed her presence and greeted her,


    "You''re awake."


    Shaking off her stupor, Jane inquired, "Why are you in the kitchen?"


    "Amy requested the day off," Patrick replied softly.


    Jane nodded, realizing that their usual cook was absent. "Oh, I see. Do you know how to cook?"


    Patrick responded with a friendly smile, "You can have a taste." It was unmistakable that Patrick


    was an excellent cook.


    "It''s delicious," Janeplimented as she sat at the table and tasted Patrick''s cooking. She hadn''t


    expected that the CEO, a man of his stature, would be such a skilled chef.


    Jane''s perception of Patrick began to shift. "You can eat more if you like it," he suggested, cing


    another sandwich on her te.


    Jane felt a warmth washing over her as Patrick demonstrated care and concern for her. "Thank


    you," she said with a smile.


    Patrick wasn''t such a terrible person, she thought. He was tall, handsome, well-built, wealthy, and a


    formidable businessman who could achieve anything he set his mind to. As long as he wasn''t quick-


    tempered and moody, he could indeed be a perfect man.


    Perhaps she should heed her grandfather''s advice.


    As they continued to enjoy their pleasant breakfast together, Patrick''s phone interrupted the warm


    ambiance. He answered it impatiently, "What''s up?"


    Morton''s voice came through the line, "Sir, regarding the falling ceilingmp in the studio, we''ve


    identified the employees responsible for its maintenance."


    Patrick inquired in a low voice, "And?"


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    Morton continued, "There were three employees conducting maintenance and inspections at the


    time. One of them has since resigned, and the other two workers confirm that the one who resigned


    was responsible for inspecting themp."


    "Dig deeper into that former employee''s background," Patrick ordered, his expression darkening,


    and his thin lips curving slightly.


    After ending the call, Jane asked eagerly, "Have you made any progress? Do we know who caused


    it?"


    With a narrowed gaze, Patrick replied, "It''s still under investigation."


    It seemed the situation was far more intricate than they had initially thought.


    Later in her room, Jane retrieved the ointment to tend to her leg injury. Just as she was about to


    apply it, a maic voice from above made her look up, and she found Patrick offering, "Allow me


    to do it."


    Initially declining politely, Jane hesitated, but Patrick took the ointment from her hand, knelt, and


    began to apply it to her wound with gentleness. "You helped me when my hand was injured. Let me


    help you now," he exined in a low voice.


    Jane relented, "Alright."


    Patrick dipped his finger into the ointment and applied it to her leg. The cool sensation of the


    ointment, coupled with his soft touch, caused her leg to tingle. A hint of blush crept onto Jane''s


    cheeks as she found herself growing increasingly self-conscious.


    "Remember to apply the ointment as instructed, or you might end up with an unsightly scar," Patrick


    advised as he stood up.


    Jane agreed, "Alright."


    As she rose to her feet, she couldn''t help but notice that her legs felt a bit numb, likely from being


    seated for an extended period during the ointment application. When she stumbled, she fell towards


    Patrick, who reacted swiftly to catch her, his arm securely encircling her waist. Jane felt a sense of


    warmth andfort, but at the same time, an uneasiness in her heart.


    It seemed that whenever she was around Patrick, she found herself making blunders. As Patrick


    leaned in for a kiss, Jane froze, her mind going nk, and her cheeks flushed with uncertainty.


    Their lips were just about to meet when Patrick''s phone rang once again, breaking the spell.


    Startled, Jane pushed him away, reminding him, "Your phone is ringing."


    Patrick''s desire had ignited in that moment, and his expression darkened as he retrieved his phone


    and answered it. Morton was on the other end, and Patrick''s voice was frigid as he responded to the


    report.


    Jane inquired, concerned, "What''s happening? Did you get to the bottom of it? Have they found the


    person responsible?"


    Patrick shared the information from Morton. "The person in question is Tom Peg, and his family


    recently emigrated. Last week, Tom''s ount received five hundred thousand dors."


    "Emigrated?" Jane was taken aback by the revtion.


    Patrick confirmed, "Yes, and it appears that Tom is responsible for the incident."


    Tom, a mere maintenance worker, had received a substantial sum of money, making it clear that


    someone had paid him. The question was, who was behind this? And who was the intended target


    – Jane, Annie, Osborn, Patrick, or even Pansy Group itself?