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…”

awkwardly, her

He didn't respond.

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

"Patrick."

and called his

didn't know if he was just ignoring her question, or

believe this man just treated her as a

Christina was very embarrassed.

luxurious room and looked down at the man

was

want? He

her eyes falling on his side face, somehow Christina was obsessed with

was not a boy crazy, but this man was really

Eurasian hybrid with deep facial features and fair

make any woman scream because of his appearance, not to mention his

man

was a

would never forget that a man like

must be afraid

usually kept her at home, so how could he bear

was a faint sound coming from

hear it clearly, but she felt that the sound

looked up, the

a sudden, their

sofa

Christina felt awkward.

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

Click.

the private room was

"Is there anyone inside?"

It was Chandler's voice.

Charles lied, "No."

room, was furious

must have said it on purpose! Christina

"My legs are numb!"

outside, smiled insidiously

day, he accidentally offended

time, if he obstructed Patrick again, he

at the door

that Christina must be

is not feeling well these days.Don't disturb

him and spat, "If Patrick is sick, it's caused

went down to the lobby with him for

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 forking a piece of beef

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

on the small piece of beef, Charles became

from the abandoned factory,’’ Chandler took a sip from a glass of water, his eyes heavy

his people to investigate for so long, but they still

man who was strange, Patrick