Mysterious Mrs. Pansy

Jane had no intention of engaging in any communication with Patrick whatsoever.

As Jane walked away, Patrick grew increasingly angry.

Inside a dimly lit bar, Patrick sat alone, drinking his sorrows away.

After parting ways with Jane, he decided to come here and drown his sorrows in alcohol.

The dim lights and the noisy atmosphere only added to Patrick’s growing restlessness. He ordered another bottle of liquor and sat there, consumed by his troubled thoughts.

He ignored anyone who approached him, as he had no desire to do anything or interact with anyone at the moment.

He simply wanted to sit there and drink his heart out.

If drinking could alleviate Patrick’s current sense of frustration, he was willing to have a few more bottles.

He had no idea what Jane was thinking. Their conversation earlier ended on a sour note, leaving him without any answers.

He believed Jane made that choice in order for his company to survive, but he couldn’t comprehend it.

If it was for the sake of the company’s survival, she should have helped the company when it was in crisis instead of resorting to an acquisition.

In fact, this acquisition was the very thing that led his company down a path of no return.

After all, when a company is acquired, it becomes someone else’s child. How could Patrick allow such a situation to occur?

The more he thought about this while drinking, the angrier and more confused he became.

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The gust of wind outside the bar made Patrick feel slightly more sober.

Without that gust of wind, he might have considered sitting on the roadside.

Now, sitting in his car with all the windows rolled down, he played some music and felt a slight improvement in his mood.

He only wanted to do one thing: go for a drive and forget about making any other choices.

He pushed all his troubles to the back of his mind.

“Zoom…”

As the luxury car instantly started, Patrick stepped on the gas pedal, and the car zoomed away.

Law enforcement officers were patrolling the nearby streets, considering the high concentration of entertainment venues in the area.

The complex nature of the crowd required frequent patrols.

Another reason was that some people, after drinking too much, would insist on driving themselves, posing a safety hazard.

So, law enforcement officers patrolling the area had become a common sight.

As they were chatting today, they witnessed a car speeding past, and they knew it was likely some rich young man looking to race again.

However, the vehicle was already violating the regulations, so they quickly caught up and signaled for Patrick to stop.

“Please present your driver’s license!”

When the law enforcement officer approached, they immediately smelled the strong scent of alcohol emanating from Patrick.

Upon seeing Patrick sound asleep, his head resting on the steering wheel, the officers were at a loss.

They were afraid of any potential issues. Although Patrick had already parked his vehicle by the side of the road, they couldn’t afford any further consequences. They quickly searched the car and found Patrick’s identification and phone.

When they saw “Honey” saved in the contacts, without hesitation, they dialed Jane’s number.

“Hello, your husband has been caught for drunk driving, but he’s sleeping in the car. Please come and handle this!”

Jane was reluctant, given the recent argument she had with Patrick. Why would she want to help him again?

But there was no other option. After all, the law enforcement officers were present, and she didn’t know who else to contact. So, Jane had to go and deal with the situation.

Jane knew that if she wanted to minimize the situation, she had to ask some friends for help.

Fortunately, it was still a time when her friends weren’t sleeping. If it had been around eleven or twelve o’clock, Jane would have hesitated to call them.

After making several phone calls, Jane received promises from her friends, and she finally arrived where the law enforcement officers were.

By the time she got there, the officers were already in communication with Jane’s friends.

Clearly, they didn’t intend to pursue the matter any further, but they still gave Jane a few reminders.

“Driving at high speeds on this street is already dangerous, and driving under the influence of alcohol is even more dangerous. I hope you both learn your lesson next time.”

“It’s fortunate that this street isn’t a regular one. If it were any other street, even if someone pleaded for leniency, I might not forgive you!”

Jane had no choice but to express her gratitude to the officers.

She was now worried about what choices she should make.

Jane wanted to call Harrison or someone else to have them pick up Patrick.

However, she hesitated a bit because she and these people were not on good terms. Things had turned sour between them recently.

If she made that phone call, she didn’t even know what to say.

Looking at Patrick’s state, Jane felt a pang of pity. She decided to take him back to her own villa in her car.

When she opened the gate of the villa and helped Patrick inside, the alcohol had already gone to his head.

Patrick’s drunkenness hit him directly, and it took a great deal of effort for Jane to place him on the sofa.

“Ugh…”

Patrick began to vomit uncontrollably.

“Ah…” Jane sighed, unable to do anything but clean up the mess.

Jane knew there was no point in talking to a drunk person right now.

Moreover, she had no desire to talk to Patrick at all, assuming he wasn’t drunk.

Even if Patrick called her again and invited her to dinner, Jane would simply refuse.

She had no interest in that anymore.

After drinking too much, Patrick started spewing nonsense. He had no idea what he was saying or what he wanted to express.

It felt like a dream to him, as if he believed he was still dreaming.

Helplessly, Jane took care of Patrick for most of the night. When he finally fell asleep, she went back to her room to get some rest.

Throughout the night, Jane thought about many things, tossing and turning in bed, in a half-asleep, half-awake state.

It was as if she, too, was dreaming, not knowing when she finally drifted off to sleep.