Spoil My Errant Wife

Chapter 10: Tough Guy 

With a roar of rage, he tore at her shirt with both hands, and then the sound of buttons falling to the ground came.

Her bare skin was slightly cold in the air, and Patrick pulled her shirt off with his big palm.

Christina felt humiliated and embarrassed.

She raised her hand and tried to fight back.

"Ah, it hurts-"

But just as Christina raised her right hand, she felt a burning pain.

"Don't move!"

Patrick pressed her shoulders and stared at her with deep warning eyes.

Christina felt a little guilty when he looked at her.

She glanced at her right arm from the corner of her eye and saw some blood oozing out of her white shirt.

It must hurt when she had thrown Cory over her shoulder.

She used too much strength, so her old wound was bleeding.

His large palm caressed the wound on her arm, which was cut by glass shards in Hopkins Family a week ago and stitched, but the wound was so deep that it was difficult to heal.

This time, it was bleeding again.

The dark red blood slid down her fair arms, which was a little frightening.

"Where's the medicine box?"

Patrick asked in a cold voice.

Christina didn't dare to move.

He pointed at an old cabinet opposite him.

"It's over there."

Patrick stood up straight and glanced at her, warning her not to move.

Christina looked down and blushed by his eyes.

She knew he was looking for a medicine box to stop the bleeding, but now that she was stripped bare by him, her upper body was left with a bra, so she was really embarrassed to face him.

Patrick really didn't have an improper desire.

He took gauze and hydrogen peroxide from the small medicine kit and put bandages on her.

As the wound was a little deep, Christina couldn't help but frown when he applied the hydrogen peroxide to her wound.

Patrick glanced at her.

He remained cold and did not speak, but he became much more gentle.

Finally, Patrick turned around to pack the medicine kit, and Christina immediately put her shirt back on.

When Patrick put everything in order and looked back at her, she had already put on her coat and looked at him nervously.

"Thank you," Christina said stiffly.

Patrick ignored her.

Instead, he looked at her for a while, as if he was thinking about something.

"Go back."

He suddenly said and walked towards the door.

But Christina did not follow him.

When Patrick got to the door, he looked back at her with some dissatisfaction, and he repeated, "Go back to the Hopkins Family.”

Christina sat on the wooden chair with a strange and complicated expression, "Ugh, I-I have to wait for my aunt to come back.I have something to tell her”

She sat in the chair and was a little reluctant to move.

"Your aunt has been trying some new medicine recently.She's still in the sanatorium and can't come back for the time being." Patrick told her in a cold voice.

Christina was a little surprised that he even knew this.

Without an excuse, she glanced down at her ankle.

Christina bit her lips tightly, braced herself, and stood up.

She moved unwillingly towards him.

seemed to be

her coming, he did not

two of them walked, one in front and

elevator in this old apartment building, Christina had to walk down the

pain in

endured it and her

faster than her as he

building, he

there, looking impatiently up the

was stunned when

took two flights of

on the steps at the corner

you dumb? Why don't you tell me your feet

was

so much, and she felt wronged for some reason when he

of your

locked impatiently at her stubborn expression and bent down to pick

uncomfortable when she was suddenly hugged

me down, I

on your own?" Patrick

looked straight at her

been completely angered and stopped in his

leaned against the rusty railing of the apartment on

her as if he were

urged coldly,

on

little timid, panicked, and wronged when she

she glared back at him, bit her lips, stretched out her left foot, and took a

let him look down on

on her own! In fact, her right

down from the fifth floor, her ankles were bruised

stretched her left foot out, her right foot was

her balance

her

the handrail on the right side of

injured,

"Stand up!"

you can walk down on your own, so do

her without the

urge her with his cold voice, Christina wanted to cry when

and had no strength

ankle was throbbing with

lowered her head, clutched the handrail of the stairs tightly with

to prove to him that she could stand up on

But it really hurt...

She choked and

looked at her, "What did you say?

a cold and stern

"I'm sorry!"

her head and looked at

stubbornness, but she

looked into her eyes and felt pity for her for some

better

step forward and picked

did not struggle, but her whole body tensed up when he held

was broad

in his arms, not

strong heartbeat and his unique cold and thin

was really difficult to get along

"Young Master.’’ 

Family was about to

Patrick carrying her out, he

the door ‘’ Patrick ordered in

into the car by Patrick, and

he bent down to fasten her seat belt, which

"Christina!"

and he immediately raised his

called out her name angrily, with a warning in

froze and instinctively dared

she suddenly blushed

Hopkins Family and ask the steward to look after her foot." Patrick ordered the driver

slammed the door hard, and looked at the woman in the car with an ambiguous look, "I don't want

was taught a lesson by him and

drove away at a steady and high

stood there, looking thoughtfully

fit of anger when you go catch

walked over

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