Unexpected Fiancée novel Chapter 47

Chapter 47: On Purpose

Realizing she had slipped up, Jane cleared her throat and explained, "I learned Taekwondo back in school."

Patrick chuckled upon hearing this revelation but refrained from further comment.

They soon arrived at the hospital, where a doctor thoroughly examined Patrick.

As Jane expected, the cut on his hand turned out to be minor. His leg, though, suffered severe bruising, but no bones were broken. A few days of rest would have him back on his feet.

Jane breathed a sigh of relief. "You're going to be okay."

Patrick turned to her and asked, "Why? Do you care about me?"

Jane responded, "What's wrong with caring about you? After all, you got hurt trying to save me."

Jane was grateful to him, even if she believed his help had been unnecessary.

The doctor provided Patrick with a detailed prescription. "Apply this ointment three times a day, and take these pills – one in the morning and one in the evening."

"Thank you," Patrick acknowledged as Jane carefully took note. By the time they left the hospital, it was already early morning.

As they got into the car, Patrick surprised Jane by saying, "Go to Water Moon Community."

"Huh? Aren't we going home?" Jane asked in confusion.

"It's late," Patrick replied with a faint smile. In truth, he didn't want his mother to discover he was injured, let alone that he had been injured while saving Jane. On one hand, he didn't want Beatrice to direct her anger at Jane. On the other hand, whenever Jane was at the Pansy family home, she'd remain secluded in the guest room, and Patrick never got the opportunity to spend time alone with her.

Maybe his grandfather was right; he should make an effort to get to know her better.

The streets at night were serene, and outside the car, the colorful city lights illuminated Jane's lovely face through the window, casting an almost magical glow.

With his eyes half-closed, Patrick leaned back in his seat, entranced by her. He couldn't take his eyes off the girl as she focused on driving.

Breaking the silence, Patrick asked, "Jane, Monica was fired. What do you think about that?"

"Huh?" Jane was initially confused, but once she understood, she shrugged. "She deserved it. She tried to hurt you. You'd be a fool to forgive her."

Jane's response was far from what Patrick expected. Sitting up and looking at her, he said slowly, "I mean, I'm going to promote you. You'll be the next director of the secretary department."

Despite Jane being with the company for only a few weeks, Patrick believed she was capable of handling the responsibility. He wanted to give her an opportunity.

Unexpectedly, Jane firmly shook her head. "No, thanks."

"Why not?" Patrick asked, taken aback. The director position at Pansy Group was highly coveted.

But Jane declined the offer without hesitation. She frowned, stating, "I'm doing this for your sake. In two months, I'll break off our engagement, and I'll leave. You'll have to select a new director. You need to think about the future."

The more Jane considered this, the more convinced she became, leading her not to ask him any questions. She observed the cold sweat on his forehead.

Patrick reached to wipe it away. A moment later, he regained his usual cold and aloof demeanor, saying, "Nothing. Just a bad dream."

"Anyway, we're here now," Jane stated as she opened the car door.

Patrick, pointing to his injured leg, smiled meaningfully. "You'll have to help me."

Jane looked at him indignantly. "You're the one who kicked me, remember?"

"Fine," Jane begrudgingly assisted him out of the car. With Patrick's arm draped around her shoulder, she helped him walk to the elevator. The two were so close that Jane could feel Patrick's warm breath on her neck, and he was rather heavy. Jane quickly grew tired.

Upon finally reaching the door of his apartment, they found it locked. Jane, breathing heavily, looked up at Patrick and inquired, "Where's the key?"

"In my pocket," Patrick replied.

"Alright, hand it over," Jane demanded. She wasn't about to reach into his pocket.

Patrick held up his injured hand and smiled faintly. "I got injured saving you, remember? You'll have to get the key from my pocket."

For heaven's sake, was he making things difficult on purpose?