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.
and gentle, as if he was exhausted, and he wanted to have
"Patrick."
voice and called
just ignoring her question, or if he
this man just
Christina was very embarrassed.
and looked down at the man
was redder and
does this guy want? He
her eyes falling on his side face, somehow Christina was
not a boy crazy, but this man was really amazing enough to make
Eurasian hybrid with deep facial features and fair skin, and his figure was
any woman scream because of
man
a
would never forget that a
be
how could he bear to take her to the
was a faint sound coming from outside the private
not hear it clearly, but
she looked up,
of a sudden,
staring at the sofa with his eyes widened
Christina felt awkward.
lap and opened her mouth, intending to say something to Charles, but she
Click.
door to the private room was quickly closed by Charles!
"Is there anyone inside?"
It was Chandler's voice.
Charles lied, "No."
the room, was furious with
purpose!
"My legs are numb!"
struggled in the private room, while Charles, who was outside, smiled insidiously and
day, he accidentally offended
if he obstructed Patrick again, he
glanced at the
Christina must be
is not feeling well these days.Don't disturb
back.Charles strode beside him and spat, "If Patrick is sick,
down to the lobby with him
last time you sent that tricking message to Patrick on April Fool's day, then he thought it was true and rushed to find Christina.I heard
forking a piece of beef and suddenly
that witch in his arms,
became serious
man from the abandoned factory,’’ Chandler took a sip from a
they still didn't
really dated such a man who was strange,
About Spoil My Errant Wife - Chapter 85: Go Home, Our Home.
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