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 cheeks
He didn't respond.
was deep and gentle, as if he was exhausted, and
"Patrick."
her voice and
was just ignoring her question, or if he was
man just
Christina was very embarrassed.
and looked down at
was
want?
on his side face, somehow
not a boy crazy, but this man was really amazing enough to make her
facial features and fair skin, and his figure
doubt, he could make any woman scream because of his appearance, not to mention his
a man is
a little
would never forget that a
be
how could
was a faint sound coming from outside the
but
she looked up, the door was
sudden, their eyes
at the sofa with his
Christina felt awkward.
at Patrick on her lap and opened her mouth, intending to say something to Charles,
Click.
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 wanted to
"My legs are numb!"
while Charles, who was outside, smiled insidiously and was happy
day, he accidentally
if he obstructed Patrick again, he would "commit a
at the door
knew that Christina must
not feeling well
around to walk back.Charles strode beside him and spat, "If Patrick is sick, it's caused by Christina.’’
the lobby with him
April Fool's day, then he thought it was true
a piece of
lying on the sofa with that witch in his arms, he would have thought he
small piece of beef, Charles became
sip from a glass of water,
long, but they still didn't find any information of that man.That man
such a man who was strange, Patrick
About Spoil My Errant Wife - Chapter 85: Go Home, Our Home.
Spoil My Errant Wife is the best current series of the author Miss Fok. With the below Chapter 85: Go Home, Our Home. content will make us lost in the world of love and hatred interchangeably, despite all the tricks to achieve the goal without any concern for the other half, and then regret. late. Please read chapter Chapter 85: Go Home, Our Home. and update the next chapters of this series at novelebook.com