Unexpected Fiancée novel Chapter 132

Chapter 132: Whom Would You Choose

When Jane was twelve, she endured a severe illness, a brush with death that erased many memories from before her recovery.

Her grandfather told her that both of her parents had passed away when she was very young.

For years, Jane's impression of her parents was almost nonexistent.

Whenever she attempted to recall childhood events, Jane would experience splitting headaches, so most of the time, she intentionally avoided thinking about them.

But why, at this moment, did a vivid image of a family outing to an amusement park surface in her mind?

It felt so real.

Jane's legs unconsciously led her toward the direction of the amusement park.

Standing at the entrance, she stared intensely inside, struggling to recollect. Fragmented scenes flashed through her mind, causing her head to ache again.

Jane felt frustrated. Why couldn't she remember anything?

She couldn't even recall what her mom and dad looked like.

As night fell, neon lights painted the streets with colorful hues.

Despite a clear sky during the day, it started drizzling now.

A chilly wind blew, and Jane couldn't help but shiver.

Suddenly, a large black umbrella opened above Jane, shielding her from the rain and wind.

Jane turned in surprise to see a tall, familiar figure.

"Patrick, why is it you?" Jane looked at the man before her in astonishment, feeling an inexplicable flutter in her heart.

Under the dim lights, Patrick, in a smoky gray suit, showcased his perfect physique.

His deep, ocean-like gaze fixed tightly on Jane's face.

With his sexy thin lips slightly curling, Patrick's voice, as melodious as a cello, echoed in Jane's ear, "You suggested testing our fate. Now that we've met again, does it prove that we are destined?"

Jane's heart involuntarily skipped a beat.

In the vast crowd and the vast city, she and Patrick had truly met again.

Was there really fate between them?

Patrick took off his suit jacket and delicately draped it over Jane. Lips slightly lifting, he said, "Why are you standing alone like a fool at the entrance of the amusement park?"

The suit jacket still retained Patrick's warmth, and Jane's heart warmed. "I was thinking about my parents."

"Your parents? Are they in Georgia now?" Patrick asked casually.

Jane came from rural Georgia, so her parents should be in the countryside, right?

Jane's gaze dimmed, her tone carrying a touch of sadness. "They're no longer in this world."

"I'm sorry." Patrick quickly apologized, and there was a hint of tenderness in his gaze as he looked at Jane.

"In fact, I don't even know what my parents looked like. According to my grandfather, they had an accident when I was very young," Jane sighed softly.

"My father also passed away when I was fifteen," Patrick empathetically shared.

Jane nodded. "I miss them a lot."

When the Ferris wheel reached its highest point, was it the moment she was closest to her mom and dad?

The Ferris wheel ascended slowly.

The man beside her brought her an unexplainable sense of peace.

In this moment, Jane seemed to forget her fear of heights and everything else. In her gaze, there were only the twinkling stars in the night sky.

When the Ferris wheel reached its pinnacle, the man beside Jane suddenly leaned down, gently planting a fleeting kiss on her cheek.

On her cheek, Patrick's lips carried a burning warmth, creating an electrifying sensation that surged through Jane's entire body.

"Jane, do you know? The very top of the Ferris wheel is the closest place to happiness. If lovers kiss at the summit, they will never be separated for eternity," Patrick's sexy lips curved with a faint smile, filled with irresistible charm. "Just like us now."

Jane's face suddenly flushed.

"We're not quite lovers yet, are we?" Jane took a deep breath and spoke lightly.

"I'll wait for your answer. I hope you won't make me wait too long." Patrick's tone was soft, and his warm palm clasped Jane's small hand.

Jane's heart pounded like a startled deer, almost leaping into her throat.

She closed her eyes, then opened them, meeting the silent gaze of the man beside her. "If one day, Candy comes back, and you have to choose between her and me, whom would you choose?"

Jane knew that at this moment, she shouldn't be asking such a mood-killing question.

However, she couldn't help it.

She minded Candy's presence, she minded Patrick's deep affection for Candy, and she was afraid that she was just Candy's substitute.