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

looked back at the woman

Patrick frowned.

fever was gone, but the medicine made

thoughts in his eyes, he turned off all the lights in the bedroom,

the edge of the bed with her

and held her

once against his

gradually gave in, as if she

even when she fell asleep, she kept

bedside lamp was very dim, and Patrick looked down at her quietly but wanted to laugh for

had just been to the study to look for him, but he

her to

her brows gently with his slender

head and rubbed her face against his

she didn't frown now and was

lit up and a smile appeared on his grim face as he

caressing her face, but

over to her, their breaths intertwined,

help holding his breath as he approached

but he didn't notice that she

a little fast, but she was nervous even

felt a

she didn't want to

her soft lips, he seemed to have remembered

was such

a little disappointed and a

she was very

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

well and kept tossing and turning in

did not sleep

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

phone rang.What bastard was calling

 "Who is it?!"

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

the voice was familiar.She pressed her phone on her ear casually and asked, "What's

it?" The man next to her

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

mind

going

other end of the phone asked anxiously, "Where are you now? Do you want me

hear the nervousness and worry in the person's voice through the

it

suddenly rolled over and

are you

that her mind

Patrick whispered in a husky voice in her ear

man on the phone heard their conversation and his face turned

phone was

"Cory!"

of a prestigious private kindergarten in A City, a man clutched

kindergarten

hurried towards him, and she called him twice before the

little stunned.His gaze fell on her face for three seconds, and he laughed

looked very much like

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

tone, she looked a little

she started her career as an actress, everyone had been kind

anger

be some misunderstandings between us.Today I