Chapter 2: Sleep in His Bed

Unbeknownst to Jane, she had unknowingly entered someone else's room.

When she noticed the bathroom stocked with only men's products, she assumed it was another attempt by the Pansys to irritate her.

"What a remarkable family," she muttered sarcastically as she stepped into the shower.

Jane knew she only had to endure this for three months; she had made a bet with her grandfather. If she didn't develop feelings for Patrick during this time, their marriage would be called off.

A maid brought dinner for her after she emerged from the bathroom. She quickly ate and fell asleep.

Patrick arrived home from a business dinner well past midnight, aware that Jane was due to arrive that day. Mike had suggested he pick her up, but he had refused, feigning a heavy workload. He had no interest in his fiancée, believing the marriage was bound to be canceled sooner or later.

Exhausted, Patrick managed to take a shower and went straight to bed. In his inebriated state, he failed to notice that someone else was in his room until he lay down on his bed.

The unexpected presence under the covers startled him, and he quickly moved away.

The room was dimly lit, so he couldn't discern the woman's face clearly.

Before he could process what was happening, she rolled over and hugged him.

She whispered, "Teddy Bear, don't be naughty. It's time to sleep."

Patrick was utterly frozen.

This woman had a strangely familiar scent, much like that girl...

Her fragrance was soothing as his nose nestled against her neck.

For reasons unbeknownst to him, Patrick found himself returning the embrace.

He drifted off to sleep with Jane in his arms.

To his surprise, Patrick, who usually struggled with insomnia, slept through the night like a contented baby. He experienced a vivid dream that night, taking him back ten years in time.

In a dimly lit room, a girl held him tightly and reassured him with a sweet voice, "Don't be afraid. I'll protect you. Nothing will harm you."

In the dream, he encountered that girl once again. The experience felt startlingly real.

The next morning, Melissa woke up at the crack of dawn.

She had hoped to hear that Jane had been evicted from the room upon Patrick's return.

But the maid said nothing of the sort.

Why was that? Patrick's car was in the garage, so he must have come home last night.

Patrick loathed anyone encroaching on his personal space.

He couldn't have possibly shared his bed with a stranger.

Filled with curiosity and unease, Melissa knocked on Patrick's door.

"Hey, Patrick! Breakfast is ready. Don't you have a morning meeting? You should wake up!"

The noise woke the two sleeping individuals simultaneously.

Jane immediately felt the warmth of another person, realizing her head rested not on a pillow but on a solid chest. She sat up, wide awake, and looked into the intense eyes of a man.

"Who are you?" Patrick's eyes darkened.

"Jane North?"

Since he knew her name, Jane assumed that he was her fiancé, Patrick. But why was he in her room? She was about to question him further when he remarked, "You came into my room and slept in my bed on your very first day in this house. I must say, you're quite something!"

"What?" Jane looked completely baffled. He had just said this was his bed? How was that possible? Were all the members of this family equally unreasonable and troublesome? "Oh my!"

Jane exclaimed as her thoughts drifted to the men's products she'd seen in the bathroom the previous day.

It appeared that Melissa had misled her.

In a hurry, Jane got off the bed and stared at him coldly. "Just to set the record straight, I didn't intend to sleep here. Melissa told me this was my room. No offense, but I'm not interested in you. On top of that, I fell asleep alone. Why didn't you realize there was someone else in the bed when you got back? And why did you hold me all night? Don't tell me you have a crush on me?"

Patrick's face reddened with embarrassment as he listened to her words. He couldn't deny that he had indeed held her throughout the night.

Just as the previous night, he was struck dumb when their eyes met.

Her beautiful eyes were strikingly similar to that girl's.

Jane squinted at him with a sly smile. "What's with that look? Are you smitten with me?"

Patrick regained his composure, his expression growing stern. "Get out! And never enter this room again!"

Jane clicked her tongue and promptly left with her belongings. They had only just met, yet already, they didn't seem to like each other.

Meanwhile, Melissa, who was still standing at the door, was astonished to see Jane emerging.

Jane greeted her with a cryptic smile. "Good morning! Just as you wished, your cousin held me in his arms and we slept the whole night. We got along quite well. I'm sure you're thrilled about that."

"Nonsense!" Melissa's face turned an even deeper shade of red. She couldn't believe it. In her view, there was no way Patrick could like Jane, let alone spend the entire night in her company. Nevertheless, the fact that they had indeed spent the night together was impossible to deny.