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.

was sent into the spacious bedroom perhaps because temperatures were set

Somehow, Christina's heart sank.

through the medicine cabinet for an electronic thermostat, pinched it on her right hand,

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

pressed the electronic key,

in a fit of

quickly put

check

beside her gave an order, but his tone

a slightly startled expression, trying to make

up and leaned

are you so

didn't seem to be a

not say a word.He looked

38.5 degrees.You're not fine

at the thermometer

and call the maid

"No need"

wrist and

lie down with

"Don't move."

I want to get you a anti-fever medicine

bed, pulling at the quilt, pressing

son sleeps a lot.He's not

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

Patrick dragged her

to her, his lips

very soft with a faint baby milk fragrance probably because

if it's above 39 degrees in an hour, I'll get an infusion,

minute of hesitation,

thought of her as a pillow which was a habit he developed some

at him

you looking

didn't