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…”
called awkwardly, her
He didn't respond.
gentle, as if he was exhausted, and he wanted to have a good
"Patrick."
lowered her voice and called his
ignoring her
didn't believe this man just treated her as
Christina was very embarrassed.
the luxurious room and looked down at the man lying
was redder and
want? He doesn't
his side
but this man was really amazing enough to make her eyes fix on
facial features and fair
woman scream because of his appearance, not to mention his
a man
was a little
never forget that a
must be
could he bear
coming from
clearly, but she felt that
looked up, the door was
sudden, their
standing outside the door, staring at the sofa
Christina felt awkward.
down at Patrick on her lap and opened her mouth, intending
Click.
to the private room
"Is there anyone inside?"
It was Chandler's voice.
Charles lied, "No."
the room, was
it on purpose! Christina wanted to shake Patrick
"My legs are numb!"
was outside, smiled insidiously and was happy because they did not
Fool's day, he accidentally offended
Patrick again, he
at the
Christina must be
not feeling well
turned around to walk back.Charles strode beside him and spat, "If Patrick is sick, it's
went down to the
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 it was true and rushed to find Christina.I heard from his assistant that he
piece of beef and
on the sofa with that witch
small 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 eyes heavy and
people to investigate for so long, but they still didn't find any information of that
who was
About Spoil My Errant Wife - Chapter 85: Go Home, Our Home.
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