Unexpected Fiancée novel Chapter 195

Chapter 195: A Man and a Woman Alone in a Room

Candice's hands, soft as willows, tightly wrapped around Patrick's neck, her eyes filled with affection as she gazed at him adoringly.

She could imagine the robust and powerful physique hidden beneath his black suit, captivating and intoxicating.

Candice licked her somewhat parched lips, feeling her heart accelerate, pounding almost out of her chest.

Tonight, she would undoubtedly spend an unforgettable night with Patrick.

She would become his woman, his only beloved, the mistress of the Pansy family!

Thinking so, Candice couldn't suppress the excitement in her heart. She pressed herself against him, wanting to meld with him.

Patrick was embraced tightly by Candice. Her soft body was so close to his; he could even hear her slightly hurried breath.

For some reason, Patrick felt this sensation, so unfamiliar, even somewhat repulsive.

Clearly, when they were locked in that dark room, scared by the dogs, and Candy held him, he felt warmth, familiarity, and a touch of excitement.

But now, Candice's touch felt different.

Why?

"Are you sure Candice is really Candy?" Jane's words suddenly echoed in Patrick's ear.

Was the woman in front of him truly Candy?

This thought flickered in Patrick's mind.

"Paddy, do you remember when we were locked in that dark room together? Back then, you were afraid of the big dogs, and every time you wanted me to hold you, just like now."

Candice spoke while casually adjusting her nightgown, revealing a hint of her chest and the red plum-shaped birthmark on her shoulder.

Patrick's gaze fell on Candice's shoulder, snapping back to reality. How could he doubt Candy?

Candice was Candy.

He was sure of it.

But-

His feelings for Candy had completely changed from eight years ago.

After all, eight years had passed, and they had both grown up.

It was normal for feelings to change over time.

"Candy, don't do this." Patrick felt a bit uncomfortable in Candice's tight embrace. He pushed her away, stood up, and elegantly adjusted his clothes.

"Paddy, don't you like me?" Candice didn't expect Patrick to push her away suddenly. Her expression changed slightly, "Have you forgotten that you said you liked me and wanted to marry me?"

Patrick's movements paused, and he frowned, "Candy, those were just childhood jokes."

"Jokes? But I was serious." Candice stood up, facing Patrick, looking up at him earnestly with a slightly excited tone.

Why was Patrick so indifferent to her?

She had dropped enough hints, and as a strong and mature man, how could he remain unmoved?

Candice's beautiful eyes teared up, and her small hand grabbed Patrick's arm. She murmured, "Paddy, I really like you. When I fell off the cliff years ago, severely injured, it was thinking of you that kept me alive. All these years, I've been thinking of you constantly. You said you would marry me; you won't go back on your word, right?"

Mentioning the events of those years, a sudden wave of guilt surged through Patrick's heart.

Yes, he had said those words back then.

And Candy had fallen off the cliff to save him.

He owed Candy.

"Candy, can we talk about these things later?" Patrick gently patted Candice's hand, somewhat dismissively, "For now, go to bed and get some good rest. Don't think too much."

"Is it because of Jane?" Candice bit her lip, her eyes full of unwillingness.