Spoil My Errant Wife

"Where is he?” Christina pushed the door open and went into the bedroom.

She put down the bowl of hot congee in her hand, turned but found he wasn't on the bed.

There was still half of the infusion hanging in the iron rack.

The syringe was forcefully removed, and the liquid was dripping...

'He asked me to go downstairs and bring congee for him..’'

The man must take the opportunity to slip away: Christina was a little angry.

Without thinking, she knew where he was.She immediately turned and walked towards the study.

"Are you that eager to know what's hidden in my study?"

However, when Christina held the doorknob of the study, a deep voice tinged with anger came from behind her.

Christina turned around and looked at him, confused.

The next second, she came to her senses and took a step forward.

She gritted her teeth and said angrily, "Yes, I just wanted to sneak into your study while you were sick tonight and see what cruel things you have done in there!"

"You!" Patrick looked angry too.

There were fewer servants on the east side of the villa, and the corridor on the second floor was quiet.

And they just stared at each other.

He did not speak again, but suddenly turned around and went back to his bedroom.

Christina stood still.

Watching him striding away, she was even pissed off and a little aggrieved.

"..I just wanted to come and ask you to go to your bedroom for a rest."

She didn't want to explain this to him.

Because when he saw her standing outside the study, her first thought was that she was up to something.

Christina always felt that she and he were from different worlds.

There was such a gap in their status.

Besides, he was too vigilant and suspicious, but she liked to keep everything simple.

The maid came in and took away the iron rack and the syringe by the bed, while Patrick sat in the small living room in the bedroom, hesitating over the bowl of congee on the coffee table.

Christina went straight into the bathroom to wash up quickly, then got into bed and fell asleep, completely ignoring him.

She had been running around for Patrick.

He was the one who was having a high fever, but she was the one that had been busy.

The bastard even removed the syringe before the infusion ran out...

She was very upset.

She held the quilt and moved several times.

After all, she was sleepy and fell asleep quickly.

The night was quiet.

And it was 11 now, not very late.

to the door and was about to return to the

and looked back at the woman on the

Patrick frowned.

fever was gone, but the medicine made him

eyes, he turned off all the lights in the bedroom, walked to the bed,

the edge of the bed with

and held her in his

struggled once against his

gradually gave in, as if

tonight, and even when

dim, and Patrick looked down at her quietly but wanted

that she had just been to the

didn't want her to know

gently with his

and rubbed her face against his chest, as if to

now and was sleeping

eyes lit up and a smile appeared on his grim face as he watched her like

hand and stopped caressing her face, but his eyes fell on

over to her, their breaths intertwined, very low

his breath as he approached

long eyelashes trembled, but he didn't notice that she was pretending to

fast, but she was nervous even with

also felt

why she didn't want

Patrick was about to kiss her soft lips, he

was such

a little disappointed and a

she was

really wanted to punch him in the chest and kick him, but if she did these, he would know

didn't sleep well and kept tossing and

Patrick did not

forehead several times to see whether she was infected by

morning, her phone

 "Who is it?!"

bed, Christina asked with resentment.The man on the other end of the phone was stunned for a moment, then he said with some embarrassment, "Christina, it's

the voice was familiar.She pressed her phone on her

man next to

was so close to Patrick, and his hand was naturally resting

her mind was

what's going on

the phone asked anxiously, "Where are you now? Do you want

and worry in

it was

suddenly rolled over

what are you

scared that her mind

whispered in a husky voice in

their conversation

phone was impatiently hung up

"Cory!"

A City, a man clutched

his daughter to kindergarten when

hurried towards him, and she called him twice before the man regained his senses and

stunned.His gaze

looked very

each other very well," Cory spoke in a cold and distant

his tone, she looked a little

everyone had been kind

her anger and

some misunderstandings between us.Today I came here to see you...'’