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.

wanted to take off his shirt and cool him

did not

I'll take off your shirt.." Christina

could

at him, who was

alcohol cotton and got on the bed to pull

pulled into his arms.He hugged her tightly

he did

"Hey!" 

pressed

push him even though he was sick.He hugged

Christina was helpless.

don't let me go, I'll

down, your brain might be injured due to the

him at his ear,

as a pillow.It seemed that he could

uncomfortable, and he

neck and she felt itchy because

afraid of it the

seemed to be asleep.It was a long

had a

if she had not slept so comfortably in a

not until midnight that she woke up by some

lived alone for a long time, so she was careful at night.She was in a daze and didn't remember what happened.She lifted the

cool.Oh, where were the clothes? She only had underwear.But she didn't have the habit of sleeping

was not time to think about

a bathrobe and listened to the sound in her

the thief was in her kitchen? She held

bravely took a closer look.She found all the lights on in the living room and

why are you here?" She spoke

was busy.He heard her and turned to look

she found

are you doing?"

said angrily, "Crystal, don't

didn't answer her but asked

daze and lowered her head stiffly and stared at

What happened? She remembered that she cried

thing was that she met

clothes?" She

all wet.Do you

Chandler was calm.

you help me take them

unscrupulous brother

an

it off yourself.And you were asleep" Chandler

Crystal looked complicated.

It was so embarrassing.But soon it was

regained her senses and