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

pulled her

"Don't move."

was warm, with

dare

dim light on the street that brought a blush to

their shadows on the ground and whispered, "Patrick, why on earth did you become a teaching assistant at

eyebrows and looked at her

a

completely different from the first time he

him at

year, his father died of

came back from the US

long time and found Hopkins Family

C City for

and white headphones,

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

the street, with fallen leaves

locust tree, at the corner, a

his world, and her soft and warm body fell straight

in the twilight at sunset, and he looked

that moment, he was

strange thought even flashed through

had bumped into an angel in Bouguereau's oil

have your

voice brought him

from him and did not apologize

she made him out

girl in front of him ran away

up his clothes and stood under the old

he realize that she was nervous, but

it out, he was a little tangled, a little

agitated, her

just couldn't

wanted to see

why, but he

" I don't know"

streetlights were dim and

shoulders, and looked straight at

"Christina..."

He whispered her name.

a

a teaching assistant at her

slightly and watched him lean down and

heart palpitated and she

thin lips

usually was, and he even kissed her

"Don't be like this..."

away with a deep blush and

stopped, he stared at her eyes with

were so close to each other, and

now.How long will you keep me waiting! He sounded so angry that was confusing to Christina.She 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 back

Jt "Hey, Patrick

couldn't figure out the sudden fluster rising in her heart, so she followed with him in a

up with his fast step, Christina felt a little aggrieved and angry, she rather sat willfully in

"Patrick, my feet hurt!"

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