Mysterious Mrs. Pansy

When Jane finished her song, the bar erupted with thunderous applause, and someone in the crowd even began chanting, “One more song! One more song!” With a gracious smile, Jane descended from the stage and returned to Carl’s table.

“Jane, your singing is simply incredible. It’s like listening to the voice of nature. You outshine even Angel,” Carl praised.

Jane responded humbly, “You’re too kind, Carl.”

“Of course. Please excuse me; I need to use the bathroom,” Jane added, feeling some discomfort in her stomach, likely due to her hurried consumption of wine.

As she approached the bathroom door, a middle-aged man in a designer suit and leather shoes intercepted her. His appearance did not quite match the attire, and he seemed somewhat uncouth. He eyed Jane and asked, “Are you a new singer here?”

Jane raised her gaze to meet his and noted his beer belly. Despite his upscale outfit, he didn’t seem the part. Her face remained impassive as she shook her head and replied, “I’m not.”

The man seized her arm and thrust a stack of money into her hand, his eyes filled with lust as he lecherously licked his lips. “Come on, beauty, spend one night with me. All this money is yours.”

The man had become infatuated with Jane’s singing and was now attempting to proposition her, taking advantage of their unexpected encounter near the bathroom. His dirty thoughts were evident as he ogled her.

Jane’s frown deepened, and she stepped back, tossing the money back at him. “Get out of my way!” she retorted angrily.

The man refused to relent. He reached out, grabbing Jane’s shoulders with both hands, and pressed her against him, displaying his unwelcome intentions. “Don’t be shy. If you serve me well, I guarantee you a comfortable future.”

Jane was repulsed by the man’s proximity, and she was about to defend herself when a familiar voice intervened. “Let her go!”

In the next instant, the man screamed as he plummeted to the floor. Patrick’s imposing figure stood over him, his foot firmly planted on the man’s chest, his expression cold and unwavering.

Jane stood in shock. Patrick? How had he ended up here? “Who are you?” the middle-aged man fumed, despite being at Patrick’s mercy.

“Mr. Pansy, do you know who I am? How dare you attack me? Believe me, I can make you pay for this…”

But it dawned on the man that his aggressor was none other than Patrick Pansy. Fear washed over him, and he began pleading for mercy. “Mr. Pansy… I didn’t realize it was you. Do you also have an interest in this woman? I’ll leave her to you. Please forgive me.”Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

Patrick glared down at the man with icy eyes, his demeanor unwavering. “Get out.”

“Okay, okay, I’m going,” the man stammered, scurrying away in a hurry.

Jane gazed at Patrick, still reeling from the shock. “Thank you.”

Patrick’s expression remained frosty. “You are my fiancée!”

“Caroline, what are you doing?” Jane gasped in surprise. Luckily, the restroom was vacant, providing some privacy.

Patrick locked the door and pressed Jane against it, holding her in place and preventing her from moving. “Jane, do you forget what you are?”

Jane struggled against his strong grip, but her efforts were futile. “What’s wrong with you? Let go of me! My friend is waiting for me!”

“Carl?” Patrick scoffed, his expression growing colder.

Jane couldn’t help but sense his anger.

“Jane, listen closely: You are my fiancée!”

Startled, Jane responded, “So what?”

Patrick’s anger was palpable, and Jane couldn’t quite grasp why he was so furious. She hadn’t done anything to provoke him, had she?

“My fiancée should conduct herself with dignity, not seduce men,” Patrick declared, pressing her shoulders and glaring at her with an icy demeanor.

Jane couldn’t believe what she was hearing. “Did you see me seducing any man?”

“I did,” Patrick retorted with furrowed brows. He had noticed the expensive Loe dress she was wearing, which couldn’t have come from anyone other than Carl.

Jane was incensed at being accused of such behavior. “That’s enough, Patrick! We’re calling off our engagement in three months. So what if I were to seduce men? How does it concern you?”

“Are you that cheap?” Patrick was disgusted and frustrated. He peered at her with cold eyes, then suddenly kissed her. His scorching kiss left Jane trembling, her thoughts momentarily scattered.

It took her a few seconds to realize what was happening, and she was left outraged. Patrick was crossing the line! This was her first kiss!