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…”

called awkwardly, her cheeks

He didn't respond.

breathing was deep and gentle, as if he was exhausted,

"Patrick."

lowered her voice and

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

believe this man just treated her as a

Christina was very embarrassed.

looked around the luxurious room and looked down at the man

was redder and

does this guy want? He

his side face, somehow

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

was a Eurasian hybrid with deep facial features and fair

because of his appearance, not to mention his background and

man

a

never forget that a man like him was

must be afraid

home, so how could he bear to take her to

faint sound coming

hear it clearly, but she felt that

looked up, the

a sudden, their eyes

sofa with his eyes widened like he saw a

Christina felt awkward.

her mouth, intending to say something to Charles, but she

Click.

door to the private room was quickly

"Is there anyone inside?"

It was Chandler's voice.

Charles lied, "No."

in the room,

it on purpose! Christina wanted to

"My legs are numb!"

Charles, who was outside,

Fool's day, he accidentally

Patrick

the door and

knew that Christina

well these days.Don't disturb

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

went down to the lobby with

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

a piece of

lying on the sofa with that witch in his arms, he would

small piece of beef, Charles became serious and muttered, "Patrick

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

for so long, but they still didn't find any information

really dated such a man who was strange,