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 cheeks

He didn't respond.

gentle, as if he was exhausted,

"Patrick."

lowered her voice and called his name

he was just ignoring her question, or if

didn't believe this man just treated her as a

Christina was very embarrassed.

the luxurious room and looked down at the

was

guy want? He doesn't

side

man was really amazing enough

was a Eurasian hybrid with deep facial features and fair skin, and

he could make any woman scream because of

man is

a little

that a

be

her at home, so how could he bear to take her to

a faint sound coming from outside the private

but she felt that

up, the door was

a sudden, their eyes

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

Christina felt awkward.

her lap and opened her mouth, intending to say something to Charles, but

Click.

room was quickly closed by Charles!

"Is there anyone inside?"

It was Chandler's voice.

Charles lied, "No."

in the room, was furious with

must have said it on purpose! Christina

"My legs are numb!"

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

day, he accidentally

obstructed Patrick again, he would

the door and

that Christina

not feeling well these days.Don't disturb

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

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

forking a piece of beef and suddenly felt

the sofa with that witch

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

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

they still

such a man who was

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