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.

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

"Patrick."

lowered her voice and called

just ignoring her question, or if he

man just treated

Christina was very embarrassed.

around the luxurious room and looked down

face was redder

guy want? He doesn't

 With her eyes falling on his side face, somehow

this man was really amazing enough to make her eyes fix

facial features and fair skin, and his figure was

of his appearance, not to mention his background and

man is

a

a man like him

must be afraid

home, so how could

was a faint sound coming from

hear it clearly, but she felt that the

looked up, the door

a sudden, their eyes

the door, staring at the sofa with his eyes widened like he saw

Christina felt awkward.

down at Patrick on her lap and opened her mouth,

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,

must have said it on purpose! Christina

"My legs are numb!"

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

April Fool's day,

he obstructed Patrick again, he would "commit a

glanced at the

knew that Christina

well these days.Don't

back.Charles strode beside him and spat, "If Patrick is sick, it's caused by Christina.’’

down to the lobby with him

that.The last time you sent that tricking message to Patrick on April Fool's day, then he thought it

was forking a piece of beef and

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

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

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

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

who was