Unexpected Fiancée novel Chapter 33

Chapter 33: Misunderstanding

Initially, Patrick's intent was to reprimand Jane. However, her lips were incredibly soft and sweet, casting a spell over him, causing him to become deeply entranced.

The intensity of this experience compelled him to deepen the kiss. The unexpected nature of it left Jane feeling a mix of shyness and anger.

Patrick was so assertive that he gently coaxed her lips apart with his tongue, exploring her mouth with a passionate fervor. Jane struggled to breathe as her heart raced. She wanted to push him away, but his firm grip against the door hindered her.

Inside the restroom, the temperature continued to rise as their passion escalated. Suddenly, Jane bit down hard on Patrick's lip, and the metallic taste of blood reached her senses. The pain of her bite prompted Patrick to release her, finally granting her the chance to breathe.

Taking several deep breaths to calm herself, Jane patted her flushed face and glared at Patrick. "Patrick, you're insufferable!"

Patrick's face darkened as he locked eyes with Jane, perplexed by the intensity of her apparent aversion. Did she despise him this much? She had even bitten him! His thoughts inevitably drifted to the image of Jane serenading Carl just moments ago, fostering ideas of a potentially closer relationship.

His handsome features became stern, and he wiped the blood from his lip. He growled, "Carl is not right for you."

"What?" Jane retorted in irritation, genuinely seeing Carl as a close friend, nothing more. Patrick's misunderstanding of her connection with Carl hardly mattered, and she refused to let him interfere. "It's none of your business!"

She gave Patrick one last fiery glare before opening the door and storming out. She'd had enough of his domineering behavior and wanted to avoid being near him at all costs.

Watching Jane's retreat, Patrick frowned. He couldn't understand why he struggled to control his emotions when she was around. The feeling was far from pleasant.

Having been forcibly kissed by Patrick, Jane no longer felt like engaging with Carl and his friends. She phoned Carl to inform him that she was leaving.

"Jane, what's wrong? Are you alright?" Carl inquired, picking up on the unusual tone in her voice.

Jane quickly fabricated an excuse, claiming, "It's nothing, I just don't feel well."

In concern, Carl stood up, insisting, "Jane, where are you? I'll come pick you up."

Jane rejected his offer initially, but Carl was determined to ensure her safety. He rode the elevator to the first floor and waited by the entrance.

When Jane reached the gate, she was surprised to find Carl waiting for her. "Jane, are you okay?" he asked with urgency in his voice.

Jane greeted him with a smile. "I'm fine. Why are you here?"

"I wanted to make sure you got home safely," Carl explained.

Jane was truly his idol, and he'd do anything to ensure her well-being. After a short conversation, Carl offered to drive Jane back home.

"Thanks," she replied with gratitude.

Jane was left with a great deal on her mind after Patrick's unwelcome advance. Unable to sleep, she cursed his name repeatedly. It was the first time she had experienced insomnia, and she was truly perturbed by the situation.

Pursing her lips, she decided to get some water in the kitchen. As she descended the stairs, she heard footsteps, which instantly put her on high alert. Given the late hour, could it be a thief lurking in the house?

Jane moved cautiously, tiptoeing as she positioned herself behind the nearest door. If it was indeed a thief, she needed to remain concealed. The front door swung open unexpectedly, and a tall figure staggered inside, emanating the scent of alcohol.

To Jane's relief, it was Patrick. However, when she attempted to continue to the kitchen, a strong hand grabbed her.

"Patrick, what are you doing?" Jane exclaimed in alarm, losing her balance and falling. Coincidentally, Patrick fell beneath her. Her lips landed on his, and she detected the strong odor of alcohol.

Jane hastily stood up, her brow furrowed. "What's wrong with you, Patrick? Are you drunk? Why would you drink this much?"

However, Patrick remained oblivious, muttering the name "Candy."

"Candy?" Jane was baffled. It was undeniably a female name, and she couldn't help but wonder if Patrick was intoxicated because of a woman. Did he mistake her for this "Candy" person?

"Patrick, let go of me," Jane admonished when he attempted to draw her closer. She couldn't fathom the meaning behind his actions.