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 bedroom perhaps because temperatures were

Somehow, Christina's heart sank.

pinched it on her right hand, and titled her head with

to

and accidentally pressed the electronic key,

fit of pique, was frightened by

put

me check my

an order, but his

a while with a slightly startled

up and

why are you

be a right word to describe

a word.He looked sideways at her with a

degrees.You're not fine as

the thermometer

to turn around and call the maid outside for a

"No need"

grabbed her right wrist and closed his

with me for a

"Don't move."

I want to get you a anti-fever

tossed and turned restlessly on the bed, pulling at the quilt, pressing the

son sleeps a lot.He's not

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

Patrick dragged her

from behind, Patrick whispered to her,

with a faint baby milk fragrance

39 degrees in an hour, I'll get

of hesitation, she

only thought of her as a pillow which

peeked at him with narrowed

are you

didn't sent him