Chapter 126: I''M Pursuing You
Chapter 126: I''m Pursuing You
Patrick''s deep and unfathomable gaze fell directly on Jane''s face.
His maic voice lingered in Jane''s ears.
With a slight pause in her breath, Jane lifted her gaze, meeting his profound eyes. She quirked her
lips and said, "I have no idea what you''re talking about."
Patrick smiled faintly. "I heard every word you just said."
"What did I say? You heard everything?" Jane felt a bit embarrassed and a bit annoyed, giving
Patrick a re.
This scheming man actually pretended to be unconscious!
If she had known, she wouldn''t have worried so much about him.
Patrick extended his well-defined hand, took hold of Jane''s hand, and ced it in his palm. His
otherrge hand joined in, tightly enveloping Jane''s hand.
"You said you would do anything for me as long as I woke up. Well, I''m awake now," he spoke in a
low tone. "So, are you willing to marry me?"
The warmth from Patrick''s hands permeated Jane''s palm and back of her hand, causing an
inexplicable flutter in her heart.
"Are you proposing to me?" Jane pursed her lips.
"I''m pursuing you." Patrick raised an eyebrow, and his profound gaze seemed like a captivating
stream that could drown anyone.
Pursuing...
Jane''s heartbeat quickened.
At this moment, discussing such matters in the hospital room was quite inappropriate.
Jane pulled her hand away, speaking coldly, "All those things I said just now are null and void. Why
did you pretend to be unconscious?"
"Once a move is made, there''s no turning back," Patrick furrowed his brow.
Jane: ...
The atmosphere in the hospital room became awkward for a moment.
After a few seconds of silence, Patrick cleared his throat. "Can you give me an answer I want in two
months?"
Jane thought carefully and nodded, "I''ll give you an answer by then."
A determined glint shed in Patrick''s eyes; he believed he could get the answer he desired.
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"Weren''t you pretending to be unconscious? Lie down quickly," Jane changed the subject. "Don''t let
anyone see."
"No worries, the bodyguards are outside," Patrick said calmly.
As he finished speaking, Jane''s phone rang.
Looking down, she saw it was a call from her grandfather.
Jane answered the phone and sweetly greeted, "Grandpa."
"Jane, are you okay?" Old North''s voice came through the waves.
Jane smiled and said, "Of course, I''m fine."
"Are the reports in the news true?" Old North asked again.
"It''s a mix of truth and lies. Grandpa, don''t worry. Focus on fishing and gardening. I''ll handle things
here," Jane replied.
"Why would I worry?" Old Northughed heartily on the other end. "If I''m not mistaken, Patrick, the
guy mentioned in the news, faked his unconsciousness, right?"
"Grandpa, you even know about this..." Jane pursed her lips, deeply admiring her grandfather.
"I wasn''t too sure, but listening to your voice tells me everything. How can someone be so calm
when their fiancé is unconscious?" Old North stroked his beard andughed heartily.
"Grandpa, don''t talk nonsense. He''s not my fiancé. As soon as the three-month agreement is up, I''ll
annul the engagement with him," Jane said with a hint of shyness, half truth, and half lie.
"Alright, I''m going to water the nts," Old North hung up the phone.
Putting the phone away, Jane turned around, and Patrick''s icy breath hit her.
"Was what you said to your grandfather true?" Patrick frowned. Why did this woman always bring
up canceling the engagement so easily?
"You''ll find outter," Jane ignored the displeasure of the man in front of her and said lightly, "I
promised you an answer in two months."
Just then, a knocking sound reached them.
"Lie down quickly," Jane lowered her voice.
Patricky down leisurely, and Jane helped him cover with a nket.
Opening the door, Jones stood at the entrance of the hospital room.
"Jones, what''s up?" Jane asked.
Jones nced into the room and, with a hint of concern in his tone, asked, "How is Mr. Pansy?"
Jane lowered her eyelids, sighed deeply, and said, "Still the same, unconscious."
"What did the doctor say? When will he wake up?" Jones inquired.
Jane shook her head, her face filled with sorrow, "The doctor said... the chances of him waking up
are very slim."
Jones''s mouth slightly lifted, barely visible. He patted Jane''s shoulder andforted her, "Don''t
worry too much. Mr. Pansy will be fine."
"I hope so," Jane said softly.
After a pause, Jane seemed to remember something. "By the way, have they identified the victims
of the explosion?"
"That''s exactly why I''m here," Jones cleared his throat. "The identities of the two deceased have
been confirmed. They were warehouse administrators. They were also the ones who tampered with
the materials."
"Why would they do that?" Jane pretended to be anxious and asked.
"Well, you see, these two warehouse administrators had a consistently poor work performance.
They were criticized by their superiors, and feeling discontent with thepany, they wanted to
retaliate," Jones shrugged, "As for the explosion, it was entirely idental. One of the
administrators vited the rules by smoking, and a cigarette butt fell onto thepromised raw
materials, causing the explosion."
"I never expected it to be like this," Jane furrowed her pretty brows. "All this trouble for thepany
over a small matter."
"Now news about the explosion is everywhere online. I think it''s a good idea to hold a press
conference to rify and disclose the facts to the public, to avoid suspicion about thepany
spreading," Jones looked at Jane with questioning eyes. "Miss North, what do you think?"
Jane nodded in agreement, "Jones, you''ve thought it through. I''ll leave this matter to you."
"What about Morton..." Jones pretended to hesitate.
"Morton is not familiar with the situation in France, and with Patrick unconscious, it''s best for you to
handle the press conference. It''s more suitable," Jane smiled faintly.
"Alright, I''ll get prepared then," Jones looked at Patrick lying on the hospital bed once more before
turning to leave.
"How was it? I did pretty well, didn''t I?" After Jones left, Jane returned to the bedside and nced at
the man on the hospital bed.
Patrick''s gaze turned cold. Since Jones was so eager, they would y along.