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.

it.She wanted to take

not cooperate.It

your shirt.." Christina tried

could only take off half of his

him, who

the alcohol cotton and got on the bed

pulled into his

he did it on

"Hey!" 

was delicate.She was pressed against his strong chest and

so strong that she couldn't push him even though he

Christina was helpless.

you don't let me go,

don't cool you down, your

him and reasoned with him at his ear, but he didn't let

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

he had a

buried his head in her neck and she felt itchy because of his

afraid of it

was a long

had a hard

if she had not slept so comfortably in

until midnight that

night.She

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

not time to think about

the sound in her kitchen cautiously.She thought it was

She held the phone tightly and

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

you here?" She spoke with a nasal

busy.He heard her and

dizzy, but she found

you doing?"

"Crystal, don't you

didn't answer her but asked

went blank.She looked at him in a daze and lowered her head

remembered that

that she met him, and

my clothes?" She

are all wet.Do you want to sleep in

Chandler was calm.

you help me

her unscrupulous brother

the moment, she spoke in an inexplicable panic in front of

you to take it off yourself.And you were asleep" Chandler told

Crystal looked complicated.

It was so embarrassing.But soon it was Chandler's turn.He almost

Crystal regained her senses