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,
He didn't respond.
he was exhausted, and he wanted
"Patrick."
voice and called his name
was just ignoring
didn't believe this man just treated her as a
Christina was very embarrassed.
looked around the luxurious room and looked down at the man lying on
was redder
want? He doesn't
on his side face, somehow Christina was obsessed with his
was really amazing
hybrid with deep facial features and fair skin,
he could make any woman scream because of his
man
a
would never forget that a man like him
must be afraid of
could he bear
faint sound coming from outside the private
it clearly, but she felt that the
up,
of a sudden, their eyes
door, staring at the sofa
Christina felt awkward.
down at Patrick on her lap and opened her mouth, intending to say
Click.
room was quickly
"Is there anyone inside?"
It was Chandler's voice.
Charles lied, "No."
the room, was furious
must have said it on purpose! Christina wanted
"My legs are numb!"
in the private room, while Charles, who was outside, smiled insidiously and was happy because they did
April Fool's day, he accidentally
time, if he obstructed Patrick again, he would "commit a
glanced at the door
Christina must
feeling well these
back.Charles strode beside him and spat, "If Patrick is sick, it's caused by
down to the lobby
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 was caught in the rain,
piece of
with that witch in his arms,
became serious and muttered,
man from the abandoned factory,’’ Chandler took a sip from a glass of water, his
still didn't find any information
really dated such a man who was strange,
About Spoil My Errant Wife - Chapter 85: Go Home, Our Home.
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