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.

cotton balls in it.She wanted to take off his shirt and cool him

not

shirt.." Christina tried hard to take off

he was so heavy and she could only

glared at him,

alcohol cotton and got on the

she was pulled into his arms.He

did

"Hey!" 

skin was delicate.She was pressed against his strong chest and

so strong that she couldn't push him even

Christina was helpless.

you don't let me go,

don't cool you down, your brain

reasoned with him at

as a pillow.It seemed that he could

was uncomfortable, and he had a bad

neck and she felt itchy

afraid of it

was a long night

a hard

soundly as if she had not slept so comfortably in a long

not until midnight that she woke up

careful at night.She was

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

time

a bathrobe and listened to the sound in her kitchen cautiously.She thought it was a

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

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

She spoke with a

busy.He heard her and turned

felt dizzy, but she found that he

are you doing?" She

complicated and said angrily, "Crystal, don't you

answer her

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

happened? She remembered that she cried

worst thing was that she met

my clothes?"

all wet.Do you want to sleep in

Chandler was calm.

help me

that her unscrupulous brother and mother

in an inexplicable

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

Crystal looked complicated.

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

cooking for me?" Crystal regained