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.
breathing was deep and gentle, as if he was exhausted, and
"Patrick."
voice and called
was just ignoring her
believe this man just treated her
Christina was very embarrassed.
room and looked down at
face was redder and
want? He
falling on his side face, somehow Christina
was not a boy crazy, but this man was really amazing enough to make her eyes
was a Eurasian hybrid with deep facial features and fair skin, and his
woman scream because of his appearance, not to mention his background
a man is
a
that a man like him
must be afraid of
at home, so how could he
faint sound coming from outside
it clearly, but she felt that the sound was
she looked up, the door
sudden, their
at the sofa with his eyes widened like
Christina felt awkward.
and opened her
Click.
private room
"Is there anyone inside?"
It was Chandler's voice.
Charles lied, "No."
in the room, was furious
must have said it on purpose!
"My legs are numb!"
was outside, smiled insidiously and was happy because they did not disturb
day, he accidentally
Patrick again, he would "commit
glanced at the door
knew that Christina must be
well these days.Don't disturb
around to walk back.Charles strode beside him and spat, "If Patrick is sick,
the
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
piece of
on the sofa with that witch in his arms,
small piece of beef, Charles became serious and muttered, "Patrick seems really nervous about
man from the abandoned factory,’’ Chandler took a sip from a glass of water, his eyes
his people to investigate for so long, but they still didn't find
Christina really dated such a man who was strange, Patrick would
About Spoil My Errant Wife - Chapter 85: Go Home, Our Home.
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