Spoil My Errant Wife

"Let's sit there for a while."

Walking out of the Fishers's banquet hall, it was already 9 pm.

The evening breeze was a little chilly.The banquet lights behind them shone brightly in the dark night.

As soon as they stepped out of the Fishers's gate, the vision became open wide and the light gradually dimmed.

The violin music behind also weakened…

Far away from the obsequious and worldly noise at the banquet, their heart also quieted down with this silent night.

Christina stopped in front of the Fishers's gate and looked around.

There were flower nurseries on both sides, and the parking lot was behind the villa of the Fishers the Fishers's birthday party was especially grand, with many distinguished guests from business and political circles invited.

Some cars being even parked outside the wall, the surrounding roads looked a little crowded.

Even for leaving, Christina and others had to wait for a while for the bodyguards to pick up the car.

"There are a few stone chairs over the pool.Let's sit there for awhile" 

Thinking that she had to wait anyway, Christina let go of Patrick's hand in a good mood and went straight to the right rear of the Fishers villa excitedly.

She curiously looked at the plants around and suddenly thought of the past.

She raised her voice and muttered, "By the way, there are two cantaloupe vines planted behind the rockery.I don't know if they will bear fruit this year..."

Looking at the woman's brisk pace in the front, she seemed to be in a good mood all of a sudden.

Patrick followed her with a slight frown.

In the back garden of the Fishers at night, there was dim orange streetlights.

The dim light made the night quieter the Fishers was not as grand as the Hopkinses, but the Hopkinses was too big.

Just a corner of lotus pond in the Hopkins's qualified for shooting terrifying scenes was always disliked by Christina.But here, she seemed to like it very much...She was rather familiar with the Fishers.

Patrick stopped.He was standing right under a streetlight.

In the dim yellow light, he stared at the woman in the front, with his eyes becoming increasingly suspicious...

"Christina, what are you doing there?" Charles followed them curiously.

behavior, he couldn't

behind the rockery, fiddling with the vines with

minute, wait

her head out of

dark face, she cursed unhappily in the

my cantaloupe vine

was the harvest season of

a picky eater, but she liked fruits and

back garden of

time, she ran more frequently to

been bullying her all the time, saying that even if it bore fruit, it wouldn't

was not suitable so that the fruit wouldn't

some small

a few days, but soon, Derek put a

but he unexpectedly told her everything about

melon before, but it was bitten off by

failed

that time, maybe because of her young age or some deep feelings in her heart, she felt that something was

afraid of

so inexplicably and

you seem to be quite familiar with the

face changed into a complicated expression, and even the dull Mr.Shepherd felt it was not appropriate

so familiar

the Dickens Family in C City had no relationship or business

just now, so they couldn't help getting

at Christina's performance now,

sneak here a lot when I was a kid" she

quite believe

around all day long and come

her body and raised her head, only to find that Patrick was

a moment, she was stunned and did not understand the irritation

over and said the car had been waiting outside the

so dazzling that Christina turned her head inadvertently and

walked to her side as usual with his right hand naturally around her waist, anhd led her out along the

followed him obediently.But this time, she felt that the

bodyguard had already opened the car door and waited

friends in the business circle said with a smile, "Drive safe."Patrick still had no expression

that she was not fit to interfere in his affairs.So for her, the Fishers, and the name Derek, were the secrets in her heart.She was reluctant to mention it to

time when Patrick suddenly sent someone to search the hotel, she was not sure what