Spoil My Errant Wife

‘‘Missing?’’ 

After leaving the Dickens Family, she did not return to the hotel and was nowhere to be found.

"What the hell is Christina doing? She's not picking up her cell phone.Is she doing this on purpose?"

Charles, who was also looking for her, complained.

Patrick looked at the sun slowly setting in the west.

Emotions were restrained on his cold face and he was a little agitated.

"Patrick"

Chandler hurriedly parked in front of the hotel and said to him, sticking his head out of the window, "We found her.She's in the cemetery..."

‘‘Cemetery?’’

 As soon as Patrick and others arrived at the cemetery, they recognized the woman squatting in front of the stone tablet in the west cemetery area.

It was Christina.

Patrick's face was complicated as he stumped towards her.

"Christina! Can you stop?!"

He stood by her side and said coldly to her with anger, "Are you deliberately making others worried and trying to satisfy your vanity by making everyone frantically look for you? Christina, don't play the game of hide-and-seek anymore.If something happens to the child, you can't afford it."

"I know! I know! I'm just a tool for you to have children!"

She suddenly raised her head and shouted excitedly with a resentful look.

Patrick looked into her red eyes, frowning.

He glanced at the tombstone in front of her.

The name Mary was engraved on it, which was her mother's grave.

As the sun began to set in the west, the day darkened.

They looked at each other in silence.

In this gloomy cemetery, it seemed a little strange...

For a long time, Patrick said coldly, "Go back"

His voice sounded much calmer than before.

Without responding to him, Christina still squatted in front of the tombstone and refused to leave.

Patrick lowered his eyes and looked at her thin body.

He was a little annoyed and yelled, "Christina, what the hell is wrong with you? Don't be so childish.I have no patience with women!"

"Come back with me!" he repeated.

"Leave me alone."

With her head down, she stared at the black-and-white picture of her mother on the tombstone, trying to fight back tears in her eyes.

Patrick was furious and said, "Your mother has been dead for six years.Don't be so dramatic.I don't have that much time for you.Come back with me now!"

Patrick, who really didn't have much patience with women, bent down and pulled her up.

Christina, however, with red eyes, held her mother's tombstone tightly and refused to let it go for no reason.

"No! No!"

one of the richest families in C City, and your mother is the daughter of the Eisenhowers, a powerful military, and political family.Even if your mother died of

don't

hearing his words and she shouted at him excitedly, Her eyes were red as she recalled the

that had piled up

corner of his eyes, "My

thought of her dead

poor students in the mountains.My mother supported them by giving them money so that they

raised her head and looked straight at

older than me? Donald brought her home when she was only 20.He said he wanted a son, and he wanted to divorce my mother! That motherf*cker doesn't deserve to be

poor boy back then.He was appreciated and nurtured by my grandfather.That is why he has

And then...

and she fell down and had a miscarriage as a result.My

the end,

mother died.She killed

unable to

the Dickens Family, she had been

moved to A City with her

would worry about her, she kept

and the Dickens Family, but today she didn't want

the cold tombstone,

fixed his eyes on her, a trace of bewilderment flashing through

She cried, loudly.

about her mother's suicide, she had always been afraid to recall as

didn't pursue Connie's miscarriage because her mother committed suicide in prison, but he still

who insisted on marrying Connie so

transferring to a junior high school, she left

the same to me? He cheated on me.He was with Carrie.Why Connie's sister? They were like ghosts, haunting

and her face

cheeks as she looked helplessly at the

"Why…”

did they do this to me…’’ She turned to look at Patrick

it so hard? I've been working hard.No matter

Tell me what I did

Christina gradually stopped crying.

did not want to talk about her private affairs with others, because they

she was filled with hatred! In this desolate cemetery, her

her thin back and tightened his right

know what to say.He never knew how

"Don't cry."

to

tone was cold and clear, and it didn't sound

of

lips, feeling that he was laughing

and sobbed, building a wall in her

you cry,’’ Patrick said after thinking for a

his words, Christina immediately raised her head and

you want to spend the night in

her glare and

lowered her head with

a patient person, turned around

You're not going back, are you? You can

She yelled angrily at

that, Christina

been squatting for too

moment and turned

a moment, he felt

are

shocked as the man squatted down and pulled