Unexpected Fiancée novel Chapter 81

Chapter 81: Jane Is in Trouble

Patrick had been drunkenly muttering the name Candy repeatedly the night before. Florence found herself confused by his incessant rambling. Who was this Candy? Judging from Patrick's tone, it seemed he missed her intensely. Florence wasted no time and ordered a private investigator to dig into this matter overnight.

Soon, the private investigator uncovered that Patrick had been searching for a girl known as Candy for years. It turned out that Candy was kidnapped with him when they were young. Florence couldn't contain her joy upon this revelation. It meant that Patrick's affections didn't lie with Jane, as she had initially suspected. Since Patrick had fruitlessly sought Candy everywhere, perhaps she was no longer alive. The dead couldn't reveal any secrets, and she considered the possibility of stealing Candy's identity. Perhaps Patrick might end up marrying her.

With this plan in mind, Florence seductively pulled up her dress, exposing her thighs, and leaned in close to Patrick. She coquettishly declared, "Patrick, we've been apart for so many years. Life is short. From now on, we should never be apart."

However, Patrick's response was far from what she had hoped for. He frowned coldly and regarded Florence with skepticism. He had never heard of her kidnapping before, and she bore no resemblance to Candy. How could they be the same person? Recognizing the doubt in Patrick's eyes, Florence's heart raced.

Undaunted, she mustered the courage to place her hands around Patrick's neck. She continued, "Patrick, I know you love me, just as I love you. People in love should be together, right?"

Despite the fact that Patrick hadn't treated her well, Florence was utterly infatuated with this handsome man. She wished that time could stand still in this intimate moment. She wanted him, all of him.

However, Patrick's reaction was quite different. He pulled back and gave her a fierce glare. He pushed her away and angrily exclaimed, "Get off me!"

Florence was suddenly jolted out of her fantasy and found herself on the floor, experiencing a sharp pain from her tailbone to her back. She held her back and looked into Patrick's eyes, which pierced her heart like a thousand swords. "Ouch! Patrick, why are you treating me like this?" she cried.

Patrick responded sternly, "Because you're a bloody liar!"

With a cold and alienated expression, Patrick stared at Florence. She countered, "You think you can fool me? I know you're not Candy!"

"I am Candy!" Florence shouted, her voice unwilling. She struggled to get up from the floor. She continued, "Last night, you kept calling me Candy. You said you loved me, that you've never loved any other woman. I tried to leave, but you begged me to stay. You kissed me passionately, and we had sex. Have you forgotten?"

Patrick's expression darkened, and he shot her a stern look. He was sure he had never called her Candy or been intimate with her the night before. He coldly stated, "Florence, do you have a screw loose or something?"

Ignoring her protests, Patrick grabbed his phone and switched it on. There were numerous missed calls and messages from Morton. One message mentioned that something had happened to Jane.

Alarmed, Patrick quickly returned Morton's call. "What's going on?" he asked with concern.

Morton informed him that Jane had been accused of pushing Monica into the lake, and she was at the police station making a statement. This news sent Patrick into a panic. He rushed towards the door, leaving Florence behind.

However, Florence wasn't willing to be left out of the drama. She chased after Patrick and offered to drive him to the police station. Patrick, in his haste, agreed to her proposition. They got into Florence's luxury car, and she sped off towards the police station. Patrick's mind was racing with worry about Jane.

"The police station," Patrick said, barely taking notice of Florence's driving.

Upon arriving at the police station, Patrick immediately jumped out of the car and rushed inside, leaving Florence to ponder her dubious plan. Morton was there, anxiously pacing in the hallway.

"Where's Jane?" Patrick inquired urgently, noticing she wasn't around.