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.

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

to be

was clean and pure but it was

now, Patrick was a little

murmured, his heart throbbing with

the

and took a deep look at the Grimm Fairy Tale in his

patient woman acted coquettishly and asked her boyfriend to tell her a story to coax her

he thought it was an extremely childish

he bought this Grimm Fairy

he heard a chuckle

already returned

the

packed her things

and Young Madam of the Hopkins Family, but this Mr.Hopkins did not seem

just now was inexplicably

asleep and

Christina was sleeping soundly.

the scene that Patrick

the old witch, took a poisonous apple and let her eat

crushed it into

"F*CK YOU!"

kicked Connie

Suddenly, the dream changed.

bridge, and a man slowly approached her

"Prince Charming?"

with that man, and she looked forward to seeing

Christina panicked and screamed as if she saw a ghost, "I don't want

eyes, only

clock on the

the ward and

a few deep breaths, her

back my gentle

a little angry

her opinion, if Patrick was riding a horse, he should

his cold and sinister temperament more like that of the god

bathroom to brush her teeth and

the wards at 8:00, she

as she sat back on the bed, the door

at the

It was only 7:30.

should not be at work

open with

is him.What is he

was looking at her, his face

cold face, he walked quickly towards

little frightened by his imposing

are you

over, he bent over and leaned

still moving

nervously pushed him

only thing he thoughtin the

on guard and repelled him, he was a

Charles and Chandler are

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

fingers were indeed just buttoning her

do anything

a woman.It shouldn't matter if I see

in some

and the nurse looked at each other and Christina's face

the man in front of her away, feeling both embarrassed

Patrick insisted, "Don't move!"

quickly helped her to

had a

your voice down.Stop dreaming.That's Patrick

in the hospital had been very

vaguely hear them talking about

all day yesterday.He had brought dinner for two, but the woman

of my

Patrick did bring dinner for two last night.Was he planning

to the

was making

that the company had something

really shouldn't stay here and waste his

you staring

came in,

was speechless and she didn't show any respect to

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