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, her cheeks

He didn't respond.

and gentle, as if he was exhausted, and he wanted to

"Patrick."

lowered her voice and

ignoring her question, or if he

man just

Christina was very embarrassed.

looked down at the man lying on

face was

does this guy want? He doesn't

side face, somehow Christina

was really

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

any woman scream because of his appearance, not to mention his background

man is

was a

forget that a

be afraid

so how could

was a faint sound coming

not hear it clearly, but she felt that the

looked up, the door was

sudden, their

standing outside the door, staring at the sofa with his eyes widened like

Christina felt awkward.

down at Patrick on her lap and opened her mouth, intending to say something to Charles,

Click.

room was

"Is there anyone inside?"

It was Chandler's voice.

Charles lied, "No."

in the room, was furious

have said it on purpose! Christina wanted

"My legs are numb!"

while Charles, who was outside, smiled insidiously and was happy because

April Fool's day, he

Patrick again, he

glanced at the door

Christina must be

is not feeling well these

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

the lobby with him

he thought

a piece of beef and suddenly

that witch in his arms, he would have thought he

of beef, Charles became serious and muttered, "Patrick seems really

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

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

really dated such a man who was strange,