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 him down with

Patrick did not cooperate.It was

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

could only take off half of his

at him,

got on the bed to pull out his

the bed, she was pulled

did it on

"Hey!" 

skin was delicate.She was pressed against

him even

Christina was helpless.

me go, I'll

you down, your brain might be injured

him and reasoned with him at his ear, but he

took her as a pillow.It seemed that he could

was uncomfortable, and he

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

was afraid of it the

asleep.It was

a

she had not slept

until midnight that

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

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

was not time to think about

sound in her kitchen cautiously.She thought

held the phone tightly and was ready to call the

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

why are you here?" She spoke with a

her and

but she found that he was

are you doing?" She

looked complicated and said angrily, "Crystal, don't you remember what you

answer her but asked

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

happened? She remembered that she cried and it

that she met

clothes?" She

all wet.Do you want to sleep in

Chandler was calm.

you help me take

remembered that her unscrupulous brother

she spoke in an inexplicable

asked you to take it off yourself.And you

Crystal looked complicated.

embarrassing.But soon it was Chandler's

you cooking for me?" Crystal regained her senses