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.

take off his shirt and cool

not cooperate.It

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

he was so heavy and she could

him, who was

she put down the alcohol cotton and got on the bed

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

he did it on

"Hey!" 

was pressed against

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

Christina was helpless.

don't let me

I don't cool you down, your brain might

warned him and reasoned with him at his ear, but

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

he had a

and she felt

of it

seemed to be asleep.It was a long night

had a

as if she had not slept so comfortably in a

until midnight that

was careful at night.She was

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

not time to think

to the sound

why the thief was in her kitchen? She held the phone tightly and was ready to call

the

are you here?" She

her and turned

she found that he

you doing?"

"Crystal, don't you remember what

didn't answer her but asked

went blank.She looked at him in a daze and lowered her head stiffly and stared at her underwear in the

happened? She remembered that

that she met

my clothes?"

you want to

Chandler was calm.

you help me take them

that her unscrupulous brother and

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

me?" Crystal regained