Spoil My Errant Wife
Chapter 85: Go Home, Our Home.
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,
He didn't respond.
was exhausted, and he wanted to have
"Patrick."
and called
know if he was just ignoring her question, or if he
this man just
Christina was very embarrassed.
room and looked down at
face was
want? He doesn't
With her eyes falling on his side face, somehow
man was really amazing enough
Eurasian hybrid with deep facial features and
because of his appearance, not to mention his background and decisive
a man is
was a little
a man like him was
be afraid
could he bear to take her to the
sound coming from outside the private
she looked up, the door was
sudden, their
staring at the sofa with his eyes widened like he saw a
Christina felt awkward.
at Patrick on her lap and opened her mouth, intending to say something to Charles, but
Click.
the private room was quickly
"Is there anyone inside?"
It was Chandler's voice.
Charles lied, "No."
in the room, was
said it on purpose! Christina
"My legs are numb!"
struggled in the private room, while Charles, who was outside, smiled insidiously and was happy because they did not disturb
Fool's day, he
time, if he obstructed Patrick again, he would "commit
at the
Christina
not feeling well
around to walk back.Charles strode beside him
down to the lobby with him for
be responsible for that.The last time you sent that tricking message to Patrick on April Fool's day, then he thought it
of
sofa with that witch in his arms, he would have
beef, Charles became
the abandoned factory,’’ Chandler took a sip
they still didn't find
Christina really dated such a man who was strange, Patrick
About Spoil My Errant Wife - Chapter 85: Go Home, Our Home.
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