Unexpected Fiancée novel Chapter 49

Chapter 49: Should I Help You With Your Bath

Jane was left utterly speechless.

"Didn't you say you would repay me for saving your life?" Patrick's expression was stern and serious, making it hard for Jane to discern the jest behind his words.

Glancing at Patrick's wound, Jane responded in a resigned tone, "Alright."

Despite her reluctant agreement, Patrick noticed the lack of enthusiasm. He took the cutlery from her with a smile, "I'm just kidding. I can manage on my own."

Jane breathed a sigh of relief. Patrick's sudden sense of humor was out of character for him. It was quite unusual.

Nonetheless, Patrick's struggle was evident as he ate with his left hand, unaccustomed to the task. He completed his meal and complimented her, "It tastes good."

"I'm glad you liked it," Jane replied, rising to clear the table.

"Leave it. Someone will take care of it tomorrow," Patrick suggested, rubbing his temples, his weariness evident. "I'm exhausted."

"Let me help you to your room so you can rest," Jane offered. Her day had been long and tiring as well. She was eager to retire early to prepare for the work she had ahead of her the following day.

Patrick agreed, and Jane went to great lengths to assist him to his room. Just as she was about to guide him onto the bed, he stopped her.

"I want to take a shower first," Patrick informed her.

Jane, her guard raised, nervously asked, "Do you need assistance with that too?"

Patrick, loosening his tie, broke into a playful smile. "Just run a bath for me."

Jane breathed a sigh of relief and proceeded to fill the bathtub to his liking. She returned to inform him that it was ready. She sat on the couch, waiting for Patrick to finish his shower and contemplating which room she would sleep in. However, she was so exhausted that she soon fell asleep on the sofa.

After his shower, Patrick exited the bathroom and noticed Jane fast asleep on the sofa, her steady breathing the only sound in the room. Seeing the opportunity, he took the time to observe her. Her skin was smooth and delicate, her eyes were a vision of perfection, and the soft light from the chandelier cast shadows on her cheeks.

Patrick's eyes softened as he bent over to lift her. Gently, he placed her on the bed and tucked her in. Then he lay down beside her.

"Teddy, let me hug you," Jane murmured in her sleep, embracing Patrick as if he were a teddy bear.

Patrick tensed. This sensation was all too familiar. He reached out and caressed her hair.

"Candy, is that really not you?"

The following morning, the sun's rays filtered through the curtains, illuminating the room. Jane awoke and sat up in confusion, greeted by a crystal chandelier overhead. She looked around and soon realized she was in Patrick's bed.

Perplexed, Jane rubbed her temples, slowly recollecting the events of the previous night. She remembered that Patrick had intervened between her and the knife. Afterward, she had seen him home, and they had dinner. Beyond that, her memories were hazy.

Why couldn't she remember anything else? Why was she in Patrick's bed? It had just been the two of them in the apartment, and she was certain she hadn't moved there herself.