Mysterious Mrs. Pansy

Patrick shot her a withering glare and stormed out. As he left the room, he bumped into Melissa. She cocked her head, noticing Jane sitting up in bed, and then cast a scrutinizing glance at her cousin.

“Patrick, why are you coming out of Jane’s room at this hour?”

Patrick ignored her questions and continued on his way.

Melissa’s curiosity piqued, and she followed him. “Don’t tell me you spent the night in Jane’s room. What were you up to last night?”

Back in her room, Jane felt a rush of anxiety hearing Melissa’s inquisitive inquiries. She quickly got out of bed and hurried to the bathroom to freshen up.

She didn’t need anyone to tell her she must look terrible. She was mortified by the thought that Patrick had seen her in such a state.

“I hope he doesn’t breathe a word to anyone about what happened or how scared I looked last night,” Jane muttered, vigorously brushing her teeth.

All this was Monica’s doing. Jane had learned her lesson and wouldn’t let herself be deceived by that troublemaker again. She now knew Monica’s true intentions.

After Jane washed up and dressed, she went downstairs to the dining room. Patrick abruptly left without a word, but Jane paid no heed. Her main concern was quelling her hunger and regaining her strength. She served herself some breakfast.

Melissa, who had been pestering Patrick for answers, now shifted her attention to Jane. “I underestimated you, Jane. You’ve only been here a few days, and already you’re making advances on Patrick. What did you do to him? Why did he come out of your room this morning?”

“What?” Beatrice dropped her fork, chiming in, “What did you do to my son? Or should I ask, what did you both do? Besides, why were you out so late last night? Where were you?”

Confronted by their joint interrogation, Jane offered them a sardonic smile. “We’re all adults here. What else would a man and a woman do behind closed doors at night?”

“You hussy! All you know is how to seduce men. You should be ashamed!” Melissa exclaimed.This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

“Mind your language!” Jane replied, taking a big bite of bacon and chewing thoughtfully. “I’m Patrick’s fiancée, and I don’t need to seduce him. Things just happened.”

Fuming with speechless anger, Melissa dropped her fork and stormed off.

Jane remained calm and collected, finishing her breakfast, and then left the house. As she walked away, Beatrice instructed the driver, “Take me to the mall right away.”

“But Mr. Pansy instructed me to drive Miss North to work,” the driver hesitated, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

Jane stopped in her tracks, puzzled by Patrick’s decision to have the driver take her to work.

What was going on?

Before she could say anything, Beatrice coughed and spoke, “Just drive me to the mall. I can find my own way to work.”

Jane smiled and nodded. She didn’t want the driver to face any repercussions on her behalf. She continued out of the villa and hailed a taxi to Pansy Group.

En route, she spotted a stray dog darting into traffic. “Please stop the car!” Jane exclaimed, leaping out of the taxi with the intention of guiding the dog to safety on the sidewalk.

Jane had grown up around many of her grandfather’s rescued stray dogs, and her love for them ran deep. She couldn’t bear to see any dog in danger.

Carefully, she approached the dog. Suddenly, she noticed a red sports car racing toward them.

Oh no!

The dog was about to be hit!

Without a second thought, Jane rushed forward, scooping the dog into her arms. She closed her eyes, bracing for the worst.

The screeching of tires filled the air as the sports car swerved past them. After coming to a halt, a well-dressed woman leaned out of the car’s window and shouted, “Crazy woman! Keep away from my car!”

Jane gazed at the woman and found her face oddly familiar.