Spoil My Errant Wife

Chapter 97: Get Close to Him 

"Where are you going?"

Crystal was so drunk that she rushed her fences.She grabbed Christina's arm with both hands and wouldn't let her go.

"Christina, our issues haven't been resolved yet.Don't go."

Christina was speechless at her freaking action and tried to reason with her.

"I'll make it clear to you tomorrow.Now..."

"Don't go!" She simply held out.

"Christina, tell me! When did you hook up with my big boss?!"

"She's going home to rest."

Behind them came a deep voice.

Crystal froze, everything in her eyes was spinning around as she looked at the grim face in front of her, but she let go of Christina's hand as if it were an instinctive reaction.

"Crystal drank a lot tonight..."

Christina looked back worriedly about her best friend.

But the man next to her was expressionless, staring at her coldly.

Christina decided to leave Crystal alone.

Anyway, Patrick had already told the people in the villa to take care of her.

No one would dare to hurt her.

"Don't try to put on a brave face to help others." He reminded lightly.

Christina pursed her lips, trying to refute, but she finally chose to remain silent.

She thought, in Patrick's opinion, most people were just 'others.

How many people could he value? They walked out of Red Villa.

It was now around 10 pm.

The lights of the busy lane flickered.

They walked side by side.

Under the warm light, their long shadows were thrown to dependent on each other.

There was a rare sense of harmony and warmth in the mist.

Christina looked down at their shadows on the ground.

It was quiet all around, and her heart beat a little faster for no reason.

She rarely had a chance to wander around with him like this.

Maybe when they walked out of this alley, Patrick would call the driver to pick them up, but all of a sudden, Christina wished this alley to be longer, and she walked slower, slower...

All of a sudden, she felt something land on her shoulders, and she looked a little surprised.

She looked up at the man on the left.

suit jacket was draped

he pulled her

"Don't move."

coat was warm, with his

didn't dare

the dim light on the street that brought a blush to her

ground and whispered, "Patrick, why on earth did you become a teaching

eyebrows and looked at

a

different from the first time he

impressed him at that

year, his father died of

came back from the US

been back for a long time and found Hopkins

went to C City for a good

casual clothes and white headphones, listening to music while walking

sunset, the spacious alley in front of the First High School of C City looked

across the street, with

the old locust tree, at the corner,

his world, and her soft and warm body fell straight on

hazy beauty in the twilight at sunset, and he looked

moment,

even flashed through

bumped into an angel in Bouguereau's

you don't have your

voice brought him back to

from him and did

out

when the girl in front of him ran away

tidied up his clothes and stood under the old locust tree, looking at

little hasty, and then did he realize that she was nervous, but she was

figure it out, he was

he was even more agitated, her figure kept

just couldn't forget

wanted to see

didn't know why, but he just

" I don't know"

and the night

his hands on her shoulders, and looked

"Christina..."

He whispered her name.

was a

why he came to be a teaching assistant at

her eyes slightly and watched him

palpitated

lips

as strong as he usually

"Don't be like this..."

away with a deep blush

he stared at her

other, and they could

had no idea that what Patrick was angry about.He looked cold and didn't say anything.He just turned around and walked away, leaving her leaning against the wall, staring at his

Jt "Hey,

fluster rising in her heart, so she followed with

aggrieved and angry, she rather sat

"Patrick, my feet hurt!"

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