Spoil My Errant Wife

Chapter 50: Tell You a Story And...

She looked at him with complicated expressions on her face.

Patrick had a large lunch box in his right hand and a book in his left hand.

‘What is he going to do?’

 "Eat these..""

Patrick opened the lunch box he had brought and placed it directly in front of her.

It sounded like he was ordering her.

"No"

Christina pulled a long face and she didn't know what she was sulking about.

She carried the food made in the hospital, picked up the eggs and pig liver that she hated, and stuffed them directly into her mouth.

At this time, they were in the small side-hall of the ward, where there was a set of simple wooden chairs and a glass tea table.

Dinner brought by Patrick was placed on the tea table, emitting a strong fragrance.

"Miss Dickens, didn't you just say that you dislike the food in our hospital? This Chicken Soup is suitable for you.It's not greasy and it doesn't taste like Traditional Chinese Medicine, and it's made by the chef of a five-star hotel.."

The nurse tried to persuade Christina.

Christina smelled the strong aroma and found that it was exactly the soup she liked.

She did not know what this man was thinking.

But she knew he was never such a kind man.

What if it was poisonous?’ She was a little childish and got ina rage with herself.

"No, I love these."

With a sullen face, she took a large piece of egg into her mouth, chewed it, and pretended that it was delicious.

Patrick remained silent.

Instead, he sat in the chair opposite her and looked at her thoughtfully.

Christina disliked him in her heart even more.

He looked at her and made her unable to go back on her word.

After dinner, she went back into bed and became an obedient patient.

She looked expressionless at the boring TV series.

From time to time, she secretly glanced at the small side-hall.

The man hadn't left yet! The atmosphere in this ward was very weird...

He was in the same space as her, but they were not talking.

She was watching TV absent-mindedly, and he...was reading.

Christina opened her eyes slightly.

‘'He's reading a fairy tale book!’’ 

Just then, Patrick also looked up at her, and their eyes met.

She immediately lay back on the bed with her back to him.

While Patrick approached her with the Grimm's Fairy Tales...

He stood by the bedside.

His beautiful brows on his handsome face slightly drew closer.

It was as if he was struggling with something.

"Do you want to hear a story?" He said in a deep voice.

Christina thought she was hallucinating.

She didn't believe what she heard until the man sat on the chair beside the bed and read the story of Snow White word by word.

This romantic love fairy tale was completely inconsistent with the cold and stern temperament of Mr.Hopkins.

But Christina could tell that he was very attentive and, of course, awkward.

"Why are you reading this? I don't like this story "

She still turned her back to him and muttered to herself, but it was undeniable that a strange feeling welled up in her heart.

had taken a bite of the poisoned apple, Patrick's deep

to be

clean and pure but it was

was a little

works.’’ He murmured,

woman in the

and took a deep look at the Grimm

acted coquettishly and asked her boyfriend to tell her a story to

that time, he thought it was an extremely childish and

bought this

a chuckle from the

up, he had already returned to that cold and indifferent

at the

her things and walked

doctors and nurses here all knew that this ward was occupied by the Young Master and Young Madam of the Hopkins Family, but this Mr.Hopkins did not

surprised look just

Dickens fell asleep

Christina was sleeping soundly.

the scene that Patrick read in the story of

a poisonous apple

crushed it into pieces with one

"F*CK YOU!"

Connie

Suddenly, the dream changed.

a beautiful stone bridge, and a man

"Prince Charming?"

that man, and she looked forward to seeing the

man's cold face, Christina panicked and screamed as if she saw a ghost,

only to find

morning light shone in, and the clock on the wall showed that it was

alone in the ward and it was

few

my gentle Prince

was a little angry

opinion, if Patrick was riding a horse, he

his cold and sinister temperament

and went to the bathroom to brush her

had to make the rounds of the wards at 8:00, she

soon as she sat back on the bed, the door to the ward was

up at the clock

It was only 7:30.

not be

with

is he

at her,

cold face, he

frightened by his

what are you

he bent over and leaned closer to

still moving

nervously pushed him

the only thing he thoughtin the

that she was on guard and

and Chandler

say this, she lowered her head and noticed that

long fingers were indeed just buttoning

do

a woman.It shouldn't matter if I see

nurse brought in some injection bottles and

looked at each

her away, feeling both embarrassed and angry, "Okay, the top button doesn't need to

Patrick insisted, "Don't move!"

the nurse quickly helped

had a boyfriend like that.’

voice down.Stop dreaming.That's Patrick

hospital had been

vaguely hear them

yesterday.He had brought dinner for

is none of my business!’’

dinner for two last night.Was he planning to have dinner

to the balcony of

making a

company had something urgent that he shall deal

he really shouldn't stay here and waste his

you

in, he laughed

and she didn't show any respect

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