"Mr.Hopkins, you're coming..."

The door to the top floor of Fire Club was opened, and a man walked in slowly.

Ignoring the flattering voices around him, he raised his eyes and looked around, and walked directly to the semicircular bar on the east side.

"Patrick, is Grandpa coming with the other shareholders?"

As soon as Barbara turned around, she saw the man walking toward her and asked with a smile.

"Grandpa doesn't like bars" Patrick replied faintly.

Before the words were out of his mouth, he suddenly frowned and lowered his voice.

"What happened to your hand?"

Patrick stared fixedly at Christina's hand.

But Christina immediately hid her hands behind her back.

"What's going on?"

How could Patrick let her go so easily? He looked at the woman with dark eyes and grabbed her right hand, which was wrapped in white gauze.

"Nothing.”

Christina did not want to explain and tried to withdrew her hand, but Patrick clasped her wrist.

"Her palms are a little bruised," Charles said innocently.

He had known that Patrick would blame him, so he took a sip from his glass and did not forget to emphasize, "Christina hurt herself"

Patrick deliberately pressed his finger on the wound.

Christina strained her face as stinging pain came from the wound and her brow furrowed a little, which made Patrick even more irritated.

"I've told you this morning to wait and I would send someone to pick you up.You didn't listen to me."

"It's because of me.’' Barbara smiled awkwardly and she wasn't expected that Patrick would become angry so easily.

"Patrick, don't blame Christina.She was holding me up, so her palm hit the fire-sensitive metal buckle on the floor..."

"I'd love to."

Christina, not knowing what mood she was in, darkened her face and muttered.

It means that her injury had nothing to do with him, nor did she need Barbara to intercede for her.

"Christina!"

Patrick's face was a little gloomy.

on her

I told you not to flaunt your

didn't hurt

was that she was pregnant and raised her head rather proudly, adding, "I reacted quickly and immediately half crouched down and propped myself up on the floor with one hand, I wouldn't let

at her and was so angry that she dared to

you're very

laughed out loud.He simply sat next to her and pulled her down on his lap.He put his

don't mess

looks no

don't appreciate it.I'm obviously prettier

not modest

and said

with her hair mussed on her forehead,

and get a haircut to attend his party today, trying to impress

people didn't dare to

and hairstyle, you have to praise her, or I have

a lot of articles about how men

to

Patrick was obliging.

the

will be meaningless if you need me to remind you.'’ Patrick was punched by her,

what a woman was

hard for him to

He felt helpless.

every day.You don't have to dress

the bar and couldn't help but look over

lowered her eyes, pursed her lips tightly, raised

Fire Club staff

curiously chatted

who dares to steal

question and put

sadness on her face, she murmured, "I saw a figure that looked like him just now,

see Derek

I have the

bartender filled Barbara with half a glass of

took another big gulp, feeling a little

read those posts that are meaningless at

did

by him, her face bulging with anger and remaining

pleased when he saw

needed to be

suddenly remembered something

thing I want to

Charles stood up from the chair at the bar with a serious expression

"That video..."

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