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.

a bite of

to be

and pure but it was unlikely to appear

Patrick was a little

murmured, his heart throbbing

in the hospital bed fell

lowered her eyes and took a deep look at the Grimm

couple in the lobby of the hospital, the patient woman acted coquettishly and asked

thought it was

bought this

heard a

had already returned to that cold and

nurse at the door

quickly packed her

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 seem to be as sinister and

surprised look just now was

Miss Dickens fell asleep and didn't see

Christina was sleeping soundly.

of the scene that Patrick read

a poisonous

poisoned apple and crushed it into pieces with one

"F*CK YOU!"

Connie

Suddenly, the dream changed.

stone bridge, and a

"Prince Charming?"

in love with that man, and she looked forward to seeing the man who was

saw the man's cold face, Christina panicked and screamed as if

her eyes, only

and the clock on the wall showed that it was 7:00

the

few deep

back my gentle Prince

a little

her opinion, if Patrick

sinister temperament more like

to the bathroom to brush

the wards at 8:00, she stayed in bed obediently after

on the bed, the door to the ward was

looked up at the clock on the

It was only 7:30.

not

was open with a click,

him.What is he

Patrick was looking at her,

face, he walked

little frightened by

are you

came over, he bent over and leaned closer

still moving around

pushed him

only thing he

was on guard and repelled

and Chandler

heard him say this, she lowered her head and noticed that the collar

were indeed just buttoning her

do

matter

brought in some injection bottles and

each other and

embarrassed and angry, "Okay,

Patrick insisted, "Don't move!"

the nurse quickly helped her

I had a

voice down.Stop dreaming.That's Patrick

hospital had been very excited

could vaguely hear them

all day yesterday.He had brought dinner for

of my

two last night.Was he planning to have dinner with me here?’

to the balcony of the

making a

that the company had something urgent that he

really shouldn't stay here and waste

are you staring

soon as Charles came in, he laughed and

speechless and she didn't show any respect

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