Chapter 155: Jane, Let''S Get Married
Chapter 155: Jane, Let''s Get Married
With a lingering and somewhat domineering kiss, Jane''s face flushed instantly. His scorching breath
intertwined with Jane''s, his warm lips pressed tightly against hers. The feeling of mutual love and
fusion made Jane''s breathing a bit chaotic. The temperature in the living room kept rising... Jane''s
gaze gradually became blurred.
In a daze, she heard Patrick''s low and hoarse voice, "Jane, let''s get married."
Married???
Jane suddenly woke up, "What did you say?"
Patrick''s gaze became even deeper as he smiled slightly and said affectionately, "Jane, marry me!"
Jane:...
She did agree to Patrick but she never thought about getting married so soon. After all they had
only known each other for just over a month despite experiencing life and death together.
Marriage... seemed too fast!
Moreover, there were still many things she wanted to do; how could she get married so early?
"Patrick, you''re drunk; don''t talk nonsense." Jane covered Patrick''s thin lips with her hand to prevent
him from saying anything else.
Patrick chuckled lightly.
The next day when Jane woke up Patrick had prepared an abundant breakfast for her.
"Look at this! Do you like it?" Patrick pulled out the chair for Jane and sat her down.
Looking down at the breakfast that was both colorful in appearance as well as fragrant in smell
before her eyes warmed Jane''s heart,"Did you make all of this?"
"Mmm." Patrick responded calmly,"If you like it I''ll make it every day for you."
As their eyes met across the table facing each other , the elegant man before her caused Janes
heart to skip half beat slower than usual . Even someone as high above others such as him has
such a gentle side? If they really got married would they be happy?
"What are you thinking about?" noticing that Janes mind was wandering away , Patrick waved his
distinctively clearrge hand in front of her face .
"Oh nothing much ,"Janed replied ,"I''m just thinking which one should I eat first since everything
looks so delicious."
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"Taste the fried egg first; it is your favorite." As he picked up an egg with chopsticks from his te
he ced it into Janes dish while ncing over at her face subtly asking again,"Have you
considered my proposalst night?"
Janes chopsticks paused midair,"Are you proposing to me like this? It isn''t romantic at all!" She felt
speechless ,"Besides we have only just met not long ago ; talking about marriage now is too early."
Patrick grabbed onto those three words, "not romantic." It seemed like he reallycked experience
in this area. He didn''t bring up the topic again and Jane breathed a sigh of relief.
All day, Patrick thought about those three words to the point where he was distracted during a
meeting withpany executives. Finally, when the meeting ended, Morton followed Patrick to his
office and asked if something was on his mind.
"Women like romance, don''t they?" Patrick asked casually.
Morton was taken aback by the unexpected question from his boss. "I suppose so," he nodded.
Patrick pursed his lips and nced at Morton before asking another question: "What makes a
proposal romantic?"
A proposal? Morton realized that Patrick must be nning to propose to Miss North soon but how
would he know what''s considered romantic?
"I''m single... I''m not good at this kind of thing," Mortonmented.
"Okay then, you can go now," Patrick said impatiently as he loosened his tie. It looked like he had to
take matters into his own hands for this one.
Two dayster...
Jane had been busy all day and was getting ready to leave work when she received a call from
Patrick: "Are you finished? Let''s go together."
"Okay," Jane agreed without hesitation.
When she arrived at the underground garage, she saw Patrick leaning against his car with both
hands in pockets of trousers looking tall and handsome under dim lighting - an elegant figure that
exuded confidence and gracefulness as if descended from heaven itself.
"Jane." When he saw her approaching him, Patrick stood up straight and walked over with long
strides.
"Let''s go," Jane said with a smile as they got into the car together but noticed that they weren''t
heading back home towards Water Moon New City which made her curious: "Where are we going?"
Patrick tightly gripped onto the steering wheel while raising an eyebrow yfully: "You''ll find out
soon enough."
Alright... he''s being mysterious about it then. Jane decided not to ask any more questions since she
would find out eventually anyway.
After about half an hour of driving around town aimlessly or so it seemed to Jane - finally came their
destination as Patric stopped the car abruptly saying simply; "We''re here."
Jane looked ahead and saw that Patrick had brought her to the seaside.
The vast ocean stretched out before them, calm and serene. The crystal blue water shimmered in
the sunlight, and a cool sea breeze tousled Jane''s hair, giving her a sense of peace.
But why did theye to the beach?
Jane furrowed her beautiful brows. "Patrick, why did you bring me here?"
"This is my yacht," Patrick said with a slight smile as he pointed to the luxurious yacht parked on the
shore.
Jane was speechless. It waste at night; did Patrick really have nothing better to do than take her
out to sea?
To be honest, ever since she fell into the ocean that one time, Jane had never liked it.
Before Jane could say anything else, Patrick took her hand and led her onto his yacht.
"Follow me. I''ve prepared a candlelit dinner for us," he said as he held onto Jane''s hand and walked
towards the dining area.
As they entered the dining room, Jane noticed that there were various colored origami cranes
hanging on all of its walls.
"Why are there so many origami cranes?" she asked in surprise as she stared at each string of
folded paper birds hanging from above.
Patrick led Jane over to an exquisitely decorated table in front of which sat two lifelike origami
cranes made from red paper.
He handed one crane over to Jane with deep-set eyes filled with tenderness. "This is for you – do
you like it?"
"Don''t tell me – you folded this?" asked an incredulous-looking Jane who took hold of one crane
while looking down at it intently.
On one wing of this particr bird were several golden letters: "Jane, marry me!" The handwriting
was strong yet elegant - unmistakably belonging only to Patrick himself.
So what exactly did this man want?