Spoil My Errant Wife

Chapter 38: You Are Not Her 

Christina rolled over on the bed with the quilt in her arms and suddenly opened her eyes.

It was already 9: 00 in the morning, and she got up nervously from her bed...

She was slightly startled and felt a little strange.

Usually at 5 am, the maid would wake her up to accompany the old master for breakfast.

Why didn't anyone wake her up today? Sitting on the bed, she glanced around the bedroom and subconsciously looked at her side...

He didn't come back last night.

When Christina thought of Patrick, she was a little depressed.

She quickly got out of bed and went to the bathroom to wash up.

When she picked up the towel to wipe her face, she suddenly found that her right hand was almost cured.

She frowned slightly and examined her fingers carefully.

She leaned her nose closer to her fingers and smelled the medicine.

"Who did this?" She was confused.

"Ma’am.' 

At this time, the maid pushed the door open and came in with a bowl of porridge.

"Did you call a doctor last night?"

Christina popped her head out of the bathroom and asked the maid.

The maid quickly placed the porridge on the table and looked worried.

"No, it’s just that Young Master told us not to wake you up this morning.Ma'am, are you feeling unwell?"

"I'm fine"

Christina felt complicated in her heart for a moment.

After finishing her porridge, she stayed alone in her bedroom, with her mind a little confused.

Sitting cross-legged on the bed, staring at her right hand, she wondered if it was Patrick who drugged her.

‘’So he came back this morning…”

‘’Then last night...Did he stay with Cecilia last night?’’ Christina suddenly wanted to know everything.

She turned around, grabbed her cell phone, searched for Cecilia's name, and immediately a bunch of related news came up.

Her expression grew colder as she scanned the news.

She fixed her eyes on a snap on her phone screen.

In the underground parking lot of the Fireworks Bar, the woman could not be seen clearly with her back facing the camera, but the man's cold profile...

Christina recognized Patrick immediately.

"How could they do such things in a car..."

She bit her lips and murmured, feeling a little uncomfortable.

She stared at the photo and was annoyed.

"Are you blind? Why are you attracted by that woman? She had a plastic surgeon!"

However, Patrick liked her.

Charles also said that he only had one girlfriend, his precious Miss Jones.

"I'd better not talk about her plastic surgery, in case I would get scolded again.’ Christina was in a bad mood, so she threw her phone away.

She had just thrown her phone at the head of the bed when the door suddenly opened.

Christina looked up subconsciously, and the man at the door was staring at her.

Their eyes met but they all kept silent.

turned her head and climbed to the head of the bed as if she was hiding

and immediately deleted the information

him to know that she was investigating Cecilia's affair with

want him to know that and didn't want...to

know what she

just stared at her with fixed eyes

to the Fire Club

in a

face darkened when he

"Nothing," she replied perfunctorily.

soften his tone and

"Why!"

raised her head and glared

the rules of the Hopkins

happened last night and the 'car sex' photo, she became angry

social media and magazines.Since I look so similar to

"You are not her!"

but

a cold voice, "Do as my words! You'll always have bodyguards with you when you go out.Christina, don't make trouble for me.I don't

the coldness in his eyes at

he used a different standard to measure her

didn't want to argue with

right to ask

couldn't help but

he was indifferent, sometimes, he was

was trying to pretend to ignore his

head, her eyes slightly

bed and went to the closet to change her clothes, then walked out

downstairs

in a weak voice, sounding like

gazed at her with

as she reached the bedroom door, he suddenly

did not turn

just stood there and

he would have nothing more

"That cake..."

sounding like he was

the word "cake," she turned around and looked at the table

that she had ordered a

I

her voice as if

was stunned when she said

specially reserved tiramisu, turned around, and threw

slightly widened his eyes

not dare to look at his gloomy

past him, and went straight

can and looked at the crumbling cake

she was celebrating

birthday of that bastard.The

of the Hopkins Family, Mr.Hopkins was sipping

he was in a good mood and talked

didn't want to hear anything about

had a serious look and pretended

birthday.’ Mr.Hopkins looked at the chessboard and casually made a move, then asked, "Yesterday the butler said you

"I threw it away."

a

up a ‘horse’ and ate Mr.Hopkins's ‘car’

"What are you doing?"

immediately shouted at her

at him and had

you want

Mr.Hopkins's face darkened.

them

Madam is really good at playing chess,"

at the piano!" Christina was not

"Piano?"

been a little unconvinced, but when she mentioned the piano, his eyes

you like

"I don't like."

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