Unexpected Fiancée novel Chapter 84

Chapter 84: You Are Jealous

Patrick took a step closer, his hands bracing the wall on either side of Jane, effectively trapping her between them. His lips pursed in an icy tone, he asserted, "Jane, you're my fiancée. How dare you go on a date with another man right in front of me?"

His glacial demeanor cast a chill over the restaurant.

Staring defiantly into Patrick's furious eyes, Jane retorted without hesitation, "Well, you can spend a romantic night with Florence. Why can't I have dinner with Osborn?"

Memories of the previous night's phone call from Florence and her smug tone filled Jane with unease.

Patrick, momentarily taken aback, questioned, "Spend a romantic night with Florence? What are you talking about?"

His intense eyes bore into Jane.

"How I know what you did last night is none of your business. If you don't want people to know, maybe you shouldn't have done it in the first place," Jane replied defiantly.

Patrick's gaze remained locked on her, her beautiful eyes now filled with jealousy, akin to a wife discovering her husband's unfaithfulness.

Patrick allowed a slight smile to curl on his lips and paused for dramatic effect before asserting, "Jane, you're jealous, aren't you?"

His words were more of an observation than a question.

Jealous? Jane found the idea laughable. Why would she be jealous of Patrick, who was essentially a stranger?

"No," Jane retorted, meeting his gaze head-on. "Patrick, who are you to me? Why should I be jealous? Your relationship with Florence is none of my concern. You can have as many women as you want."

Seeing Jane's fiery reaction only fueled Patrick's amusement. His gaze lingered on her lips as they moved in fervent speech.

Suddenly, he leaned in and kissed her, effectively silencing her objections.

"Mm..."

The warmth of Patrick's lips caused Jane's heart to race. It felt as though an electric current surged through her.

She flushed, her breath caught, and for some inexplicable reason, she ceased to resist.

Patrick's kiss was like a tempest-domineering, passionate, and tender. The restaurant's atmosphere heated up as the romantic tension escalated.

After what felt like an eternity, Jane thought she might pass out from a lack of oxygen when Patrick finally ended the kiss, leaving her feeling flustered and furious.

"Patrick, you jerk!" Jane snapped, returning to reality, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment and anger.

What had she been doing moments ago? Why hadn't she pushed him away?

Patrick's bright smile only grew wider as he leaned closer, whispering in her ear, "I didn't do anything with Florence. I went to the cemetery to pay respects to my father's death anniversary and got a little drunk. Florence simply offered to take me home. That's all. There's nothing more to it."

Jane was momentarily taken aback. Patrick was providing an explanation?

With regained composure, she retorted, "I'm not interested in knowing if you did anything with Florence."

However, Patrick's actions revealed his intentions as he held Jane's hand and signaled the waiter.

"Bring me a steak, please."

"But you mentioned the food here isn't good," Jane pointed out, her irritation evident.

Brandishing a knife and fork, Patrick elegantly sliced a piece of his steak and took a bite.