Spoil My Errant Wife

"Charles, so you know he lives upstairs." Christina suddenly turned around and shouted at him with gritted teeth.

Charles quickly explained, "I only found out later.I really didn't know what he had done before."

She had stayed in C City for more than half a month and hadn't come back for a long time.

The door of her house was covered in a layer of dust, and many newspaper advertisements were stuffed into the crack of the door.

"Miss Dickens, you're back." The neighbor opposite opened the door and greeted her warmly.

Christina didn't live in this apartment for long but things interesting had happened to her before.

So the neighbors here were very impressed with her.

Christina was not a warm person.She just wanted to nod politely to the other party.

But as soon as she turned around, she glanced to find Patrick here, too.

Why didn't he go back upstairs? Just as she was about to let Patrick go, her neighbor shouted in surprise, "Oh, aren't you the handsome guy in 502?"

Patrick was dressed in a black suit, being elegant and mature.

He stood there, not speaking but very eye-catching.

The neighbor looked at jun him, then at Christina, and asked curiously, "So you two really know each other.Is he really your husband?"

Christina immediately remembered she once shouted at the neighbors to say Patrick was her husband.

Feeling embarrassed, she quickly took out her key and opened the door.

Charles was interested.

"What did she tell you?"

Patrick seemed to be a little curious and looked at the strange neighbor.

"That morning, Miss Dickens suddenly came out of apartment 502 upstairs.Some people said that she was messing around with men.But she told us the person that lived upstairs was her husband..."The neighbor smiled and chatted with them.

"I thought she was joking.Since they were husband and wife, why did they live upstairs and downstairs? They should live together” Christina forgot where she had put the key, not finding it for a while.

While Charles was gossiping with her neighbor.

"There's a security guard in our neighborhood who cares about Miss Dickens.

When the guard went on patrol, he often came here to see if she's back..""

Charles suddenly became excited.

"Which security guy?"

and he

is into you." Christina felt annoyed and looked at

Patrick, who was emotionless

the apartment.She quickly opened the door and pushed Charles into the room in case he

something

on his phone and asked you to contact

her stingy landlord was looking

wanted to raise

you.I'll call him

she spoke, she

had ignored too many missed calls and muttered

are you going to move

you not

to be very interested in her private life, especially when

Patrick should be very rich, not those who messed

was most afraid that others would ask too

a moment, she was a little

"Yes, I'm going home.”

your family, in

mean to ask more, just showing

Christina only

polite to ask more and said

neighbor waved a

answer.She always felt that she had no home.She had no time to

glass teacups in the room,

"Pay for it!"

the house

just a few broken

powerful, didn’t take it seriously and looked around the small

understand why you rented this lousy place." Christina took a broom and threw

"Handle these glass shards."

back for half a month, she found the furnishings at home

little cold in the house.So she hurriedly opened the curtains in

long as modern women could earn enough money, they could live

in their own apartment, and they were

it was because Patrick had appeared so rarely in her life recently that she could almost ignore him.She

she pretended not to

not afraid of being awkward.She did not know how to communicate with Patrick now and she refused to think about

boil the water.He also took out a new set of cups and a porcelain pot of

boiling and Patrick was making

early January, and it was still cold in

tired from taking a plane and felt very comfortable suddenly when the water vapor in the

floor, washed his hands,

stood at the door of the bedroom and looked at the two men drinking tea