Spoil My Errant Wife

"This year, I actually spend the first day of the New Year here..." It was already late at night.

Christina was depressed all day and couldn't sleep at night, so she ran to the back garden to enjoy the scenery.

Looking at the expensive flowers and exquisite cloisters in the garden, she felt that everything was illusory.

She never thought that she could live in such a magnificent place.

"No wonder those women are looking at Patrick like they're looking at a treasure..."

After all, marrying into the Hopkins Family was really something to brag about.

A gust of night wind blew, and Christina cringed and rubbed her hands.It was cold.

"What are you doing standing here?"

Suddenly, a deep voice sounded behind her.

As soon as Christina heard this voice, she immediately became alert.

She turned around and watched Patrick stride towards her.

For a moment, she didn't know what to say.

‘‘What did he come back for? Didn't he stay in the hospital with Miss Jones?’’ It was quiet all around.

The moon was dim tonight, and only the orange streetlights in the garden shone.

Patrick saw her cheeks reddened by the cold wind.

"What are you doing standing here in the middle of the night?"

For some reason, his voice became a little anxious.

She wanted to retort, "Can't I just walk around the garden?" but she didn't dare.

"Go back to bed after 10 pm!"

Patrick seemed to be able to read her mind and ordered her coldly.

"Why?"

She yelled out angrily, Christina thought, 'He is so gentle with Miss Jones, but as soon as he came back, he was mean to me”

Patrick's eyes became deeper and more complicated as he stepped forward, his voice somehow filled with anger.

"Do you think it's suitable for a pregnant woman to fool around?"

"I didn't..."

She was about to retort but she remembered that she had actually gone out earlier.

Patrick looked down at her palms turning red from the cold, and he looked more impatient.

Without saying anything, he reached out and dragged her straight into the house.

Sure enough, her hands were cold.

Christina was disgruntled when he suddenly tugged, almost dragged, "Let Me go.I'll walk myself..."

Patrick heard the noise behind her and became mad.

He took her into the house and immediately let her go.

"Go back to the bedroom!"

His voice sounded impatient.Christina looked at his cold face and felt even more displeased.

"No!" She puffed up her face and replied.

"You!" Patrick was so angry that his face turned red.

"Christina, what did you beg me for last time? You said you would reflect on how to be a mother.You're pregnant and you go out into the night air.Do you have any common sense?"

Christina pursed her lips and did not dare to refute anymore.

She lowered her head and looked a little ashamed.

she suddenly became silent, drooping her head as

angry and...couldn't do anything with

to your

time, his tone softened

she said it

stared at the woman opposite

pain in the ass and would

what exactly do

other people had advised him not to make things difficult

more he thought about

was a little

"Grandpa said I can't eat too much because I'm pregnant.But I

moment, and he

like "I can

lowered her head and did not dare

a little embarrassed, and she was

chef" She peeked up and saw Patrick's stance of preparing to call for the maids, and immediately

up in the

that

that? It

with anger and his eyes were

Christina didn't know what was going on

of them

fill her stomach while everyone was asleep, but Patrick actually cooked noodles for her! Christina was

"Can you cook?"

glanced at her and motioned for her to stay out

Christina can't.

kitchen waste who had trained

cook the

stayed in the corner and watched as Patrick took out some noodles and cut some scallion and

marinated the beef with some

beans that Patrick stewed

him to cook

have a special

knife paused for a moment and he turned to look at her as if he was a

Then he ignored her.

was a little angry and quickly added, "Actually, I wanted to say that a man who

"Oh."

things in

different tonight.She

a tempura?" She asked

face and her

didn't know why he would reply

the

voice was a little

soft-shelled crabs are

and water to

gilled and battered directly into the frying pan and fried until golden brown, then...a plate of crispy fried soft-shell crabs

"Patrick, you're so awesome!"

took the big

up two soft- shelled crabs

have to

would just eat it

speechless that she had the nerve to say she was easy to

the dining table and gobbled down

and watched her eat with

he actually helped her do

was full and in a particularly

and

"Full? Happy?"

smile and ordered angrily, "Go

changed into her pajamas and lay down on the bed, not daring to have

hugged the quilt, and her small face

noodles for her, and also made a soft-shelled crab that

her as well as he did today every day, she would be

shower and came out, he found that the woman

her slight smile, which was much more natural than her previous

her like this,

that the

pillow, and pinched the tip of her