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,

He didn't respond.

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

"Patrick."

voice and

didn't know if he was just ignoring

believe this man just

Christina was very embarrassed.

luxurious room and looked down at the man lying

face was redder and

want? He doesn't

her eyes falling on his side face, somehow Christina was

this man was really

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

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

man

was a little

a man

be afraid of

kept her at home, so how could he bear to

a faint sound coming from outside the

but she felt that the

up, the

of a sudden, their eyes

the door, staring at the sofa with his eyes

Christina felt awkward.

her mouth, intending

Click.

door to the private room was quickly closed

"Is there anyone inside?"

It was Chandler's voice.

Charles lied, "No."

room, was furious

purpose! Christina wanted to

"My legs are numb!"

struggled in the private room, while Charles, who was outside, smiled

day, he

if he obstructed Patrick again, he would

at the

Christina must be

is not feeling well

strode beside him and spat, "If Patrick is

the lobby with

that tricking message to Patrick on April Fool's day, then he thought it

a piece of beef and suddenly felt

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

of beef, Charles became serious and

the abandoned factory,’’ Chandler took a sip from a glass

investigate for so long, but they still didn't find

really dated such a man who was