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.

walked to the door and was about to return

looked back at

Patrick frowned.

but the medicine made him a

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

of the bed with her

reached out and held her in his arms

struggled once against his

gradually gave in, as if she was used to him being

tonight, and even when

bedside lamp was very dim, and Patrick looked down at her quietly

the study to look for

to

her brows gently with his slender

she turned her head and rubbed her face against his chest,

she didn't frown now and was

appeared on his grim face as he watched

stopped caressing her face,

then leaned over to her, their

couldn't help holding his breath

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

fast, but she was nervous

felt a

why she didn't want to reject

about to kiss her soft lips, he seemed to

was such a

a little disappointed and a little

was

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

sleep well and kept tossing

not sleep

touch her forehead several times to see whether she was infected by him.Christina didn't sleep well in the first half of the night because

in the morning, her phone rang.What bastard was calling

 "Who is it?!"

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 ear casually and

man next to her suddenly

close to Patrick, and his hand was naturally resting on her chest.He was a pervert! "Hey, take your hand away from

her mind was

going

end of the phone asked

in the person's voice through the cell

it

over

what are

so scared that her mind

Patrick whispered in a husky voice in her ear

on the phone heard their conversation and his face

the phone was impatiently hung

"Cory!"

A City, a man clutched his cell phone and looked

kindergarten

she called him twice

a little stunned.His gaze fell on her face

looked very

very

heard his tone,

had been kind to her, but

her anger and forced a perfect

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