Spoil My Errant Wife

"Let me go."

It was the fifth time she had yelled at him, but he still held her wrist hard.

Christina was so angry that she wanted to beat him up regardless of his illness.

"Patrick, I'll get a thermometer and fever medicine.I won't leave." She looked complicated and emphasized.however, Patrick still didn't let her go.

"Hey, you're heavy.Stand still and don't press me..."

"Oh, my gosh.Do you think that I won't lose my temper...don't lean over.Your beard! It's itching.Go away..."

He said in a low and hoarse voice, "Stop talking."

Christina was exhausted.She felt bad.

Finally, she dragged him to the bed.She pushed him on the bed with great force vindictively.She was so angry.If he was not sick, she would pour him a basin of cold water.

Damn it! Patrick didn’t move.

Christina frowned and moved closer to him.

Patrick was tall.

The bed at the length of 1.8 meters was not enough for him.His short black hair was messy and he closed his eyes.

He was not as intimidating as usual.He had a straight nose and his lips were dry.

She could feel his breath if she approached him.

His breath was warm.

"He was not sick after the operation.I don't know what he did and he has a fever now.He deserves it" Christina looked at his haggard face.She felt complicated.He frowned.He might have a headache.

She took off his shoes and coat and took out a velvet quilt.She wanted to cover the quilt, but she stopped and stared at his belt.It seemed intimate to take off his belt.She didn't know how many women had done it...

Christina had mixed feelings and took off his belt expressionlessly.

"You can look for many people, but you come to my home..." She became more resentful.

She covered the quilt hard and accidentally touched him.

Even though he wore an expensive silk dark purple shirt, she could feel that he had a serious fever.

Christina had mixed feelings.She was resentful, but she had sympathy for him.She took his temperature.

Five minutes later, Christina looked at the thermometer.It was 39 degrees celsius.She was serious.She was cautious or a little afraid of the high fever.

Derek was over 40 degrees celsius when he was young.

And then he had been autistic for several years.

She believed that people would be influenced a lot if they had a high fever.She attached some patches on his forehead and back neck to bring down a fever.

There was some medicinal alcohol.

to take off his shirt and cool

Patrick did not cooperate.It

hands, and I'll take off your shirt.."

was so heavy and she could

at him,

cotton and got on the bed to pull

soon as she got on the bed, she was pulled into his

he did

"Hey!" 

was delicate.She was pressed against his

she couldn't push him even though he was sick.He hugged

Christina was helpless.

me

cool you down, your brain might be injured due

at his ear, but he didn't

her as a pillow.It seemed that he could relieve the pain

and he had a

her neck and she felt itchy because of his

afraid of it the

be asleep.It was a long night

had a hard

as if she had not slept so comfortably

midnight that she woke up by

alone for a long time, so she was careful at night.She was in a

the clothes? She only had underwear.But she didn't have the habit

was not time to think about

the sound in

in her kitchen? She held the phone tightly and was

thinking about it, she bravely took a closer look.She found all the lights on in the living room and a

you here?" She spoke with a nasal

heard her and turned to

but she found

are you doing?"

and said angrily, "Crystal,

didn't answer her but asked

a daze and lowered her head stiffly and stared at her underwear in

remembered that she cried and it

worst thing was that she met him,

clothes?"

clothes are all wet.Do you want to sleep

Chandler was calm.

help me take

her unscrupulous

spoke in an

off yourself.And you were asleep" Chandler told

Crystal looked complicated.

could he say it calmly? It was so embarrassing.But soon it was Chandler's turn.He almost burned down

for me?" Crystal regained her senses and walked into