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

to be

expression was clean and pure but it was unlikely to appear on

Patrick was

murmured, his heart

woman in the hospital bed

took a deep look at the Grimm Fairy

the lobby of the hospital, the patient woman acted coquettishly and asked her boyfriend to tell her a story to coax

that time, he thought it was an extremely

bought this Grimm Fairy

a chuckle

Patrick looked up, he had already returned to that

at the door

packed her things

here all knew that this ward was occupied by the Young Master and Young Madam of the Hopkins

just now

asleep and didn't see

Christina was sleeping soundly.

dreamed of the scene that Patrick read in the story

poisonous apple and let

snatched the poisoned apple and crushed it into pieces

"F*CK YOU!"

Connie

Suddenly, the dream changed.

beautiful stone bridge, and a

"Prince Charming?"

she looked

panicked and screamed as if she saw a

her eyes, only to find that she was

light shone in, and the clock on the wall showed that

alone in the ward and it was

few deep breaths,

my gentle

was a

did she dream of Patrick? In her opinion, if Patrick was riding a horse,

sinister temperament more like that of the

up and went to the bathroom to brush her teeth

had to make the rounds of the wards at

the bed, the door

looked up at the clock on the

It was only 7:30.

not be at work

open with

is him.What is he

Patrick was looking at

with a cold face, he walked quickly towards

frightened by his

what are

he bent

were still

pushed

only thing he

saw that she was on guard and repelled him, he was a

Chandler are coming over

her head and noticed

were indeed

do anything

matter if I see

brought in some

nurse looked at each other and Christina's face

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

Patrick insisted, "Don't move!"

embarrassed, the nurse quickly helped her to

only I had a boyfriend like that.’

your voice down.Stop dreaming.That's Patrick

hospital had been

vaguely hear them talking

to have eaten all day yesterday.He had brought dinner for two, but the

of my

night.Was he planning to have dinner with me

over to the balcony

was making a phone

seemed that the company had something urgent that he

he really shouldn't stay here

are you

soon as Charles came in, he

was speechless and she didn't show

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