Spoil My Errant Wife

Gordon Hotel.

In the luxurious private room, there was a table of delicious food, but Christina was very restrained.

She put down her knife and fork, nervously took up a glass of milk in her right hand, took a sip, and secretly glanced at the man opposite her.

He didn't eat anything.

Christina hesitated for a moment and couldn't help but say, "Patrick, you..."

‘'What does he want to do?’' 

She was just waiting for someone at the IP&G Group, then she was inexplicably dragged here by Patrick.

He had the manager serve a table of food, but he just sat there with a straight face and he didn't eat.

Patrick leaned back against the chair, his brows slightly furrowed with weariness, and lazily glanced at the food on the table as if he had no appetite.

Hearing her voice, Patrick looked up at the woman opposite him.

He was a little strange today, and his burning eyes stared straight at her.

The corners of his lips were slightly pursed, as if he was hesitating if he should say that.

All of a sudden, a series of crisp ringtones rang from the coffee table in the private room.

Christina was stunned and immediately stood up and walked over.

It must be Crystal.

"Hey, it's my phone!"

Patrick moved faster than her.

He walked up quickly, picked up the phone on the coffee table, refused the call, turned it off, and threw the white phone on the sofa.

Christina stood aside, annoyed.

"What are you doing? That's my friend..."

She didn't finish her sentence when Patrick suddenly put his arms around her waist...

Christina was astonished.

He held her in his arms...

Christina was pushed onto the sofa.

She lowered her head, opened her eyes wide, and looked at Patrick in disbelief.

Patrick's head rested on her legs, his face buried in her soft belly, his hands around her waist, and he lay on his side on the wide sofa, then...

Fell asleep.

"Hey…”

awkwardly, her cheeks

He didn't respond.

deep and gentle, as if he was exhausted, and he wanted to have a

"Patrick."

lowered her voice and called

if he was just ignoring her question, or if he was really

believe this man just treated

Christina was very embarrassed.

around the luxurious room and looked down at the man

face was redder

want?

side face, somehow Christina

was not a boy crazy, but this man was really amazing enough to make

Eurasian hybrid with deep facial features and fair skin, and his

a doubt, he could make any woman scream because of his appearance, not to

man is

a little

that a man

be afraid

home, so how could he

was a faint sound coming from outside

not hear it clearly, but

up, the door was

sudden,

the sofa with

Christina felt awkward.

her lap and opened her mouth, intending

Click.

private room was quickly

"Is there anyone inside?"

It was Chandler's voice.

Charles lied, "No."

the room, was furious with

on purpose! Christina wanted to shake Patrick

"My legs are numb!"

outside, smiled insidiously and was happy because they did not disturb

April Fool's day,

Patrick again,

the door and

Christina must

well these

and turned around to walk back.Charles strode beside him and spat, "If Patrick is sick, it's caused by

down to the lobby with

only blame it on Christina.You also should be responsible for that.The last time you sent that tricking message to Patrick on April Fool's day, then he thought it was true and rushed to find Christina.I heard from his assistant that he was caught in the rain,

piece of beef

the sofa with that witch in his

piece of beef, Charles became serious and muttered, "Patrick seems really nervous about

from the abandoned factory,’’ Chandler took a sip from a glass of water, his eyes

long, but they still didn't

really dated such a man who was strange, Patrick