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.

and was about to

he stopped and looked back at the woman on

Patrick frowned.

but the medicine made him a

his eyes, he turned off all the lights in the bedroom, walked to the bed, lifted the quilt, and

was sleeping on the edge of the bed with her back to

reached out and held her

once against his

in, as

in a bad mood tonight, and even

bedside lamp was very dim, and Patrick looked down at

she had just been to the study to look for him, but he was...too

her to know about those

gently

she felt itchy, she turned her head and rubbed

didn't frown now and was

on his grim face as he watched

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

her, their breaths intertwined, very

his breath as he

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

a little fast, but she was

also felt a little

why she didn't want

her soft lips, he seemed

felt it was

little disappointed and a

she was very

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

didn't sleep well and kept tossing and

did not

to see whether she was infected by him.Christina didn't sleep well in the first half of the night

phone rang.What bastard was

 "Who is it?!"

other end of the phone was stunned for

was dizzy.She only felt that the voice was familiar.She pressed

man next

his hand was naturally resting on her chest.He was a pervert! "Hey, take your hand

mind

what's going

the phone asked anxiously, "Where are you

hear the nervousness and worry in the person's

it was his

over

what are

that her mind was in

to do you” Patrick whispered in a husky voice in her ear to mislead his

heard their conversation and his face

phone was impatiently hung

"Cory!"

in A City, a man clutched his cell phone and

just sent his daughter to kindergarten

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

woman in front of him, Cory was a little stunned.His

looked very much

Jones, we don't seem to know each other very well," Cory spoke in a cold

Cecilia heard his tone,

an actress, everyone had been kind to

held back her anger and forced a

I came here