Unexpected Fiancée

Chapter 145: Birth And Death Together

Chapter 145: Birth and Death Together

"What are you talking about?" Jane was anxious when she heard Patrick's words.

Patrick looked towards the direction of the island. Although they were getting closer, there was still a long way to go.

Now he was weak and couldn't swim anymore, only dragging Jane down.

He didn't want to drag her down.

Patrick furrowed his brows slightly and reached out to untie the life jacket tied to Jane, "Jane, I'm a little tired, I want to rest. You swim over first and wait for me on the island."

Jane knew what Patrick was thinking about. She pressed down on Patrick's large hand, "No, we'll swim over together."

"I will only hold you back." Patrick looked at Jane with heavy and solemn eyes, his expression softening.

He liked this woman who was loyal to him and wouldn't leave him behind. He was happy.

Even if he was going to die in the vast sea, he wouldn't regret it.

Jane took a deep breath and said firmly, "I'm not afraid to be held back. Since I've given you my answer, I'll do my best. I won't leave you behind. This time, let me protect you! We'll always be together, life and death together!"

Jane's tone was unusually firm.

In the end, Patrick got injured because he was trying to save her. From NôvelDrama.Org.

He repeatedly risked his life to save her, so how could she leave him alone when he was seriously injured?

Jane held onto Patrick with one hand and with the other hand she vigorously swam, gritting her teeth and persevering.

"Patrick, you must persist!"

With every ounce of strength she had, Jane finally approached the island.

The island kept getting bigger and bigger in front of her...

Jane gasped for breath and looked back at Patrick, "Patrick, we're almost there, just hang in there a little longer!"

Patrick grunted softly.

He felt like he was suffering beyond imagination, but his remaining consciousness told him that he couldn't give up.

Jane loved him deeply and was willing to die with him.

He mustn't let her down.

With the last of his strength, Jane finally brought Patrick to the island.

When her feet touched solid ground again, Jane let out a long sigh, "Patrick, we've arrived."

Gritting her teeth, Jane helped Patrick ashore and collapsed on the ground with exhaustion.

She looked at him with concern.

His handsome face was now exceptionally pale, his eyes closed tight, his breathing rapid and shallow, unconscious.

Jane's eyes were full of care as she carefully placed her hand on Patrick's right wrist to feel his pulse.

Patrick's hand was as hot as fire.

His pulse was fast and weak, indicating that his wound had become infected and that he had developed a high fever after being in the sea for so long.

"Patrick, you'll be fine, I'll definitely save you!" Jane tightly held onto Patrick's hand and kissed it lightly.

She took a bottle of mineral water out of Patrick's backpack, sat down on the ground, and with one hand supporting Patrick's head, she propped him up against her chest while opening the bottle with the other hand, "Patrick, have some water first."

But the man didn't have the slightest reaction.

"Patrick, wake up!" Jane gritted through the pain in her heart and raised her voice to call Patrick's name.

However, no matter how much Jane called him, Patrick showed no response.

"Patrick, come on, have some water." Jane used the bottle cap to take a sip of mineral water, gently pried open Patrick's lips, and poured the water into his mouth.

However, Patrick remained unconscious, unaware, and the water she had just fed him flowed out of his mouth again.

Jane furrowed her pretty eyebrows, took a sip of water herself, lowered her head slightly, and without hesitation approached Patrick's lips.

Her lips pressed against his lips, which were still sexy and beautiful even in coma.

Jane felt as if Patrick's lips were searing hot, like an electric shock, causing her lips to burn.

Her face blushed slightly.

But now was not the time to think about that. Jane took a deep breath, held her breath, and with both hands firmly fixed Patrick's head. She fed all the mineral water into Patrick's mouth.

Patrick made a weak sound to spit out the water, but Jane's lips sealed his lips tightly.

His Adam's apple moved, and finally he drank all the water.

Success!

Jane let out a long breath, ignoring her embarrassment, and repeated the process of feeding Patrick water several times.

Jane also found a towel in Patrick's backpack, dampened it with water, placed it on his forehead, and tried to lower his body temperature.

After doing all this, she looked around the island.

The area near the ocean was a beach.

Deep within the island was a forest, lush and green.

Jane's lips curved up. If there were plants, there must be fresh water. It should be enough for her and Patrick to survive.

But she wondered if there were fierce beasts on this island?

Thinking of the large fish she encountered earlier made Jane's heart skip a beat.

If Patrick hadn't valiantly protected her by putting himself in front of her, it could have been her who was now seriously injured.

Looking at the still unconscious man in front of her, Jane's nose twitched slightly and her eyes became misty.

She told herself, Jane, you must be strong. Right now, you must face everything bravely. Patrick is counting on you.

At this moment, she realized that her necklace was missing! It must have been lost in the confusion when they encountered the fearsome fish!

Jane felt a pang of regret in her heart. Now she couldn't send a distress signal to her grandfather even if she wanted to. She hoped that the signal she sent yesterday could be received by her grandfather.

As Jane was lost in thoughtful gazing at Patrick's unconscious form, he weakly uttered, "Water... water..."

Jane's heart skipped a beat. "Patrick," she said with a hint of joy in her voice as she looked down at the man in her arms. However, Jane was disappointed to see that Patrick remained unconscious and was only instinctively muttering in his sleep. "Patrick, you will be fine," Jane prayed silently in her heart as she took a sip of water with her mouth and leaned down to Patrick's lips.

As their lips met, Patrick felt a comfortable, refreshing sensation that slightly eased the tightness in his brows and regulated his breathing.

He greedily sucked in the coolness of her lips, feeling the familiar sensation that had haunted him all along once again wash over his entire body.

Candy, is that you?