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.

clear and blue, but a chill was sent into the spacious bedroom

Somehow, Christina's heart sank.

through the medicine cabinet for an electronic thermostat, pinched it on her right hand, and titled her head with

was fine and didn't need to take

clenched the thermometer and accidentally pressed the electronic key, making a

of pique, was frightened by

quickly put away the

check my

an order, but his tone was

while with a slightly startled

immediately perked up and leaned closer

why are

a right word to

word.He looked sideways at

degrees.You're not fine as

the thermometer and

about to turn around and call the

"No need"

grabbed her right wrist and closed

lie down with me for a

"Don't move."

want to get

the bed, pulling at the quilt, pressing

sleeps a

as an excuse again, trying to get up

sleepy" Patrick

whispered to her, his lips moving closer

faint baby milk fragrance probably because

degrees in an hour, I'll get an

of

only thought of her as a pillow which was a habit

peeked at him with

are you

tiredness didn't