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.

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

not

your shirt.." Christina tried hard to

could only take off half of

at him, who

the alcohol cotton and got on

on the bed, she was pulled into his arms.He hugged

he did it on

"Hey!" 

pressed against

she couldn't push him even though

Christina was helpless.

don't let me go, I'll

down, your brain might be

him at his ear, but he didn't let her

pillow.It seemed that he could relieve

was uncomfortable, and he

her neck and

of

be asleep.It was a long night for

had a hard

slept soundly as if she had not slept so

not until midnight that she woke up

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

clothes? She only had underwear.But she didn't have

was not time

sound

She held the phone tightly and was

closer look.She found all the lights

She spoke with

busy.He heard her and turned to

felt dizzy, but she found that

are you doing?"

"Crystal, don't you remember what

her

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

What happened? She remembered that she cried and

thing was that she

my clothes?" She

are all wet.Do you want to sleep in

Chandler was calm.

me take them

that her unscrupulous brother and mother bullied

moment, she spoke in an inexplicable panic in front of

off yourself.And

Crystal looked complicated.

embarrassing.But soon it

Crystal regained her senses and walked into the