Mysterious Mrs. Pansy

Jane cast a glance backward as she made her way to the balcony, only to find that Patrick hadn’t followed her. She proceeded to answer the phone.

“Osborn, what’s going on?” she inquired.

“Jane, I’d like to meet with you,” Osborn said in a somber tone.

After some contemplation, Jane agreed.

“Alright. Let’s meet tomorrow at 10 a. m. at Blues Cafe,” she added, having much to discuss with Osborn.

“See you tomorrow then,” Osborn responded swiftly, pondering whether he still had a chance with Jane now that she had accepted his invitation.

The following day was a weekend.

Jane left early in the morning, as was her habit.

However, Osborn arrived ahead of her.

Blues Cafe was situated on Guavo’s busiest commercial street, offering a tranquil and pleasant atmosphere for relaxation.

Osborn drove towards the commercial street, his grip firm on the steering wheel.

Following closely was Florence in her car.

Today, she had gone shopping with her friends.

Suddenly, Erica pointed to the car in front of them and exclaimed, “Isn’t that Osborn?”

Erica was an ardent fan of Osborn. She had fallen head over heels for this tall, handsome man the first time she saw him on TV. She was aware of his recent return and had tried everything to meet him, but opportunities had been scarce. She hadn’t expected to spot him during their shopping trip.

“The car is quite a distance ahead; I can’t see him clearly,” Florence complained.

“Don’t be silly, Erica. It’s not easy to meet a superstar like Osborn,” another friend chimed in, agreeing with Florence.

“I have excellent eyesight. I’m absolutely certain it’s Osborn.”

Erica, brimming with excitement, fixed her gaze on the vehicle in front of them. She was convinced that Osborn was inside, even though they could only see the back of the car.

“Please, let’s follow him. I want to get his autograph and take a picture with him.”

Erica was infatuated with Osborn. Seeing him while shopping with Florence seemed like fate.

“If you want to follow him, go ahead. I don’t have the time.”

Florence’s thoughts were entirely consumed by Patrick, leaving no room for pursuing other men.

“Alright, Florence, I’ll go.”

Erica was aware of Florence’s displeasure, but she couldn’t resist the charm of her idol. She stepped out of the car and called for a cab.

“Please, sir, follow the black car up ahead,” Erica pointed at Osborn’s vehicle in the distance.

“Which car?” the driver inquired, looking in the direction of Erica’s pointing finger.

“It’s the black car right in front of us. Please hurry!” Erica urged anxiously.

They were running a bit behind, and the taxi driver momentarily lost sight of Osborn’s car.

Jane found Osborn waiting for her at Blues Cafe, which he had reserved in its entirety to ensure their privacy.

Osborn sat in a corner beside the window, his deep eyes fixed on the door, eagerly awaiting the sight of the girl who had captured his heart.

“Jane.”

Osborn rose from his seat and approached her.

Jane was dressed in a beautifully tailored white dress that showcased her perfect figure. Her delicate features radiated competence, grace, and beauty. She was still the girl from his memory who made his heart race.

“Hello, Osborn. I apologize for being late,” Jane greeted with a smile.

“No need to apologize. I arrived early,” Osborn replied, gazing at Jane with affection. He pulled out her chair for her.

“I ordered your favorite Mocha.”

“Thank you,” Jane replied as she settled into her seat.

“I haven’t seen you in months, yet you’re as stunning and charming as ever,” Osborn complimented her. Even the simple act of sipping her coffee was alluring to him.

Jane blushed slightly and swiftly changed the subject. “Why did you return suddenly? If I recall correctly, you signed a contract with a well-known film company.”Content property of NôvelDra/ma.Org.

“I terminated the contract,” Osborn shrugged.

“What? But why?” Jane asked, bewildered. “Isn’t becoming the world’s top movie star your dream? What made you give it up so suddenly?”

“Love outweighs dreams,” Osborn said, gazing intently at Jane.

“I don’t believe you love Patrick. Did you do this on purpose to make me give up?” Jane questioned.

“Osborn, please stop being childish!” Jane’s irritation was palpable.

“Whether I love Patrick or not has nothing to do with you. Don’t you realize the consequences of abruptly canceling your contract?” she continued.

“I’ll bear the consequences,” Osborn stated resolutely. “Besides, I believe focusing on the domestic market is better for my career. I’ve made the decision.”

“That’s not for you to decide. Why are you so impulsive?” Jane frowned.

“It wasn’t impulsive. I have my reasons. I’ve devised a detailed strategy. I’ll show you in a few days. I’m sure you’ll agree with me then,” Osborn said, determination gleaming in his eyes.

Jane maintained her stern expression. Although she agreed with Osborn’s plans, she was displeased that he had acted without consulting her.

“You’d better show me your plan as soon as possible,” Jane demanded.

“Even so, you shouldn’t have made hasty decisions or spoken carelessly in front of the media. I saw the trending topics yesterday. Don’t you think it was inappropriate to say those things?”

“No, I don’t think so. Acting is my profession, but life is more than that. What I want most is to share my achievements and happiness with the woman I love,” Osborn stated earnestly, his dark brown eyes sparking with mystery. He reached out suddenly and took Jane’s hand.

“Jane, you know the girl I’m talking about, right?”

Erica finally located Osborn’s car in the parking lot and rode the elevator up to Blues Cafe. She hesitated by the entrance, scanning the area.

The cafe appeared empty, and Erica began to doubt if she was in the right place.

Her disappointment grew, and she was about to turn away when she spotted a couple seated in the corner. Though she could only see their profiles from her vantage point, the man was unmistakably Osborn, the one she had admired for so long.

The woman by his side struck a chord in Erica’s memory.

She blinked in surprise as it dawned on her that the woman was none other than Jane.