Unexpected Fiancée

Chapter 46: Patrick Was Injured

It all happened in a blur. The sudden appearance of the knife in Monica's hand had caught them all off guard. The gleaming blade was thrust toward Jane with a frightening force.

Jane, initially shocked, quickly regained her composure and attempted to kick the knife away. However, Patrick acted as her shield, stepping in front of her with a commanding, "Step back!" With Jane safely behind him, Patrick reached out to seize Monica's arm, holding the knife-wielding hand. Jane hadn't expected Patrick to put his life on the line to protect her. By the time she tried to withdraw her leg, it was too late. She accidentally kicked him in the process, causing him to shift slightly and miss grabbing Monica's hand.

As a result, the knife grazed the back of his hand. A muffled curse escaped Patrick's lips as he endured the simultaneous effects of the knife and Jane's unintended kick.

“Patrick, are you okay?" Jane inquired, a look of concern in her eyes. She had intended to kick Monica with all her strength, not Patrick.

“I'm fine," Patrick replied, his face contorted with displeasure. He applied pressure to the wound with his left hand to stem the bleeding, but the pain lingered from Jane's kick.

“I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you," Monica apologized. She was equally taken aback by the events that had unfolded.

Monica had never intended to harm Patrick; her aim was Jane. She couldn't understand why he had risked his life to protect Jane. To her, everything was Jane's fault. If it weren't for her, Patrick wouldn't be hurt.

“Jane, you wretched woman! You allowed Patrick to get hurt!”

As Monica continued her accusations, a security guard, alerted by the commotion, arrived at the scene. "Mr. Pansy, are you okay?" he asked with concern

"She stabbed him. Detain her," Jane instructed, pointing to Monica.

“I didn't!”

Monica screamed and fled, but the security guard pursued her. Jane paid no further attention to Monica and the guard, instead turning to Patrick to inspect his wound.

“It's a knife wound. It needs disinfecting and the bleeding stopped as soon as possible,” she advised.

“I have a medical kit in my car's trunk,” Patrick said, indicating his nearby vehicle.

“Let me assist you to the car,” Jane offered.

Despite feeling guilty about her unintended kick, Patrick's actions had been responsible for the injury. Once Jane had helped him into the car, she retrieved the kit from the trunk.

Jane carefully disinfected and cleaned Patrick's wound using alcohol and cotton swabs. His injury was causing him pain, but her gentle touch provided some relief. He observed her actions, wondering where she had acquired this medical knowledge. Did she possess other hidden talents and skills? After cleaning the wound, she lightly blew on it.

“It might sting. Please bear with it,” she cautioned before applying iodine.

Patrick did feel the sting, but his attention was more focused on Jane. He felt an indescribable emotion stirring within him, prompting him to reach for her hand. However, Jane thought he was being impatient and held his hand down, reassuring him, "Don’t move. It will be fine soon." Feeling the warmth of her palm, Patrick found himself unusually softened. In a soft voice, he expressed his gratitude, "Thank you, Jane."

Jane, meanwhile, couldn't help but notice the change in his demeanor. "Patrick, haven't we met before?" he asked, inching closer to her. She looked like someone he knew, which puzzled her. By now, they were so close that their lips could almost touch.

"Your name sounds so familiar."

Jane was baffled. Why did he keep asking such perplexing questions? She attempted to recall any past meetings, but she was certain that she had only met him less than a month ago at his house. Jane was confident that there were no prior encounters.

"No," she shook her head. "I used to live in the countryside. How could we have met?"

"I see," Patrick responded thoughtfully, his eyes reflecting a hint of disappointment. "Well, let's not dwell on it. I haven't finished bandaging your wound yet."

Jane continued to tend to his wound, finishing the bandaging several minutes later. Though the cut on Patrick's hand was minor, it had caused some bleeding. The wound needed to be disinfected anc properly dressed, and Patrick would require some anti-inflammatory medication. However, the impact of Jane's kick on his leg seemed to be more serious.

Jane gathered the medical supplies, and then she suggested, "I've given you basic first-aid treatment. You should visit the hospital for a thorough examination. I'll take you there.”

"Can you drive?" Patrick asked.

"Yes," Jane nodded.

Taking the driver's seat, Jane smoothly accelerated towards the hospital. Seated beside her, Patrick gingerly massaged the spot where she had kicked him.

"Why did you kick me? Were you trying to harm your fiancé?"

“It wasn't intentional,” Jane said, her brows furrowing. “I was going to kick Monica. I didn't expect you to suddenly step in between us. If not for you, I would have been able to subdue her." "Really?" Patrick inquired, his eyebrows raised in surprise. He hadn't seen the kick coming, and it ha been forceful and accurate-qualities not typically associated with an ordinary woman. Did Jane possess fighting skills?