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, her
He didn't respond.
was exhausted, and he wanted to have a good
"Patrick."
lowered her voice and called
ignoring her question, or if
didn't believe this man just treated her as
Christina was very embarrassed.
looked down at the man
face was
want? He doesn't
side face, somehow Christina was obsessed with his
boy crazy, but this man was really amazing enough to make her eyes fix on
a Eurasian hybrid with deep facial features and fair skin, and his
of his appearance, not to mention his
a man
was a
a
must be afraid
could he
faint sound coming from outside the private
it clearly, but she felt
looked up,
of a sudden, their
outside the door, staring at the sofa
Christina felt awkward.
her lap and opened her mouth, intending to say
Click.
to the private room was quickly closed
"Is there anyone inside?"
It was Chandler's voice.
Charles lied, "No."
the room, was furious with
said it on purpose! Christina
"My legs are numb!"
struggled in the private room, while Charles, who was outside,
Fool's day, he accidentally offended
obstructed Patrick again, he would "commit a
the door and
Christina must
well these
lightly and turned around to walk back.Charles strode beside him and spat, "If Patrick is sick, it's caused by Christina.’’
down to the lobby with
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
forking a piece of beef and suddenly felt
lying on the sofa with that witch in his
piece of beef, Charles became serious and muttered, "Patrick
took a sip from a glass of water, his eyes heavy and
still didn't
really dated such a man who
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