Patrick's deep and unfathomable gaze fell directly on Jane's face.
His magnetic 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 glare.
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 placed it in his palm. His other large 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 flashed in Patrick's eyes; he believed he could get the answer he desired.
"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.
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