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.

some cotton balls in it.She wanted to take off his shirt

Patrick did not cooperate.It was

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

she could only take off

him,

got on

soon as she got on the bed, she was pulled into his arms.He hugged her

he did it on

"Hey!" 

was pressed against his strong chest and

him even though he was sick.He hugged her

Christina was helpless.

you don't let me go, I'll bite

down, your brain might be injured due

with him at his ear, but he

her as a pillow.It seemed that he

he had a bad

her neck and she felt itchy

afraid of it the

was a

had a hard

if she had not

not until midnight that she woke up by

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

only had underwear.But she didn't have the habit of sleeping

was not time to think

sound in her

her kitchen? She held the phone tightly and

a closer look.She found all the lights on in the

here?" She spoke with a

her and turned to look

dizzy, but she found that he

you doing?"

said angrily, "Crystal,

didn't answer her but

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

that she cried and

worst thing was that

my clothes?" She

wet.Do you want

Chandler was calm.

me take them

unscrupulous

the moment, she spoke in an inexplicable panic in front

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

Crystal looked complicated.

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

you cooking for me?" Crystal regained her