Jane turned to find Patrick walking over with a frown.
It was evident that he had been keeping a close watch on her throughout the evening.
"Why do I have to report my every move to you? We're not at work, so you're not my boss. I can do as I please!"
Jane couldn't help but wonder why he was so concerned about her actions.
Suddenly, a car pulled up in front of them, and the driver hurriedly stepped out to open the door.
Jane recognized it as one of Patrick's cars.
Gazing away, Patrick spoke indifferently, "It's late now, and it's not safe to take a taxi alone.
Let's go back together.
If anything were to happen to you, people would blame the Pansy family for not taking care of you."
Jane furrowed her brows and replied, "Thanks, but no thanks. I can take care of myself."
Florence's heart swelled upon hearing that Patrick didn't care about Jane.
"It's settled, then. Your reward will come once it's all done. Don't let me down."
Meanwhile, in the back seat of Patrick's car, Jane and Patrick sat in silence, a palpable gulf between them.
Patrick turned to her and couldn't help but notice that Jane had been gazing out of the window since she got in the car.
Her reticence was vexing him.
"Ahem! I had no idea you were such a talented pianist. When did you learn to play?"
Jane finally glanced at him, her eyebrows arching slightly. "I was that good, huh? Well, I learned it just now."
Patrick couldn't believe his ears.
Seeing his disbelief, Jane felt a surge of satisfaction. She added with a proud grin, "I learned it from watching Florence's performance.
What did you think of my rendition? Were you spellbound? I'm pretty clever, don't you think?"
Patrick looked away in frustration, commenting, "It's so hard to have a conversation with you.
" Jane shrugged, responding, "Then don't! I didn't beg you to start one with me in the first place.
You initiated it!"
With that, Jane also turned her head away from him.