Spoil My Errant Wife

"Patrick"

"Patrick..."

She called his name, but the man sitting by the big bed ignored her, as if he didn't hear her at all.

Christina came in with the family medicine box.She frowned and looked at Patrick on the other side of the bed, feeling he looked strange.

When Patrick returned to the bedroom, he sat there in silence, with his head half-lowered, staring at his hands in a daze.

He slightly bended and unfolded his hands, deep in thought, as if he was testing something.

Christina approached him and called him again, "Patrick.."

Her calling awakened Patrick who was in a daze.

He raised his head vigorously, and a look of incomprehensible panic flashed in his eyes.

"What's wrong with you?"

Christina sat beside him anxiously, looking at him with incredulity.

"Patrick, didn't you hear my voice just now?" asked Christina.

He looked visibly shocked just now.

He seemed to be surprised by her, or perhaps it was something else...

"Nothing."

His face turned cold as usual.

He slightly tilted his head and looked away.He then said in a hoarse voice, "I don't need to take the medicine.I'm fine"

His words were low and cold, as if nothing had happened.

Christina sat beside him, pursed her lips, wordless.He obviously didn't want to tell her...

They had just had lunch, and the summer sun outside was scorching hot.

a chill was sent into the spacious

Somehow, Christina's heart sank.

for an electronic thermostat, pinched it on her right hand, and titled her head with

fine and didn't need to take medicine, which meant he didn't

clenched the thermometer and accidentally pressed

was in a fit of pique,

put away the

check

an order, but

for a while with a slightly startled expression, trying to make sure she didn't

immediately perked up and

why are you so

be a right word to

did not say a word.He looked sideways at her with a

not fine as you

at the thermometer and complained

around and call the maid outside for

"No need"

her right wrist and

lie down with me for a

"Don't move."

to get you

pulling at the quilt, pressing

your son sleeps a

used her son as an excuse again, trying to get up and use

very sleepy" Patrick dragged her

her from behind, Patrick whispered to her, his lips moving closer to her

very soft with a faint

39 degrees in an hour, I'll get an

a minute of hesitation,

of her as a pillow which was

at him

you looking

didn't sent him