Spoil My Errant Wife

Chapter 409 

Christina went home drenched.

Her clothes and long hair were wet through, but she didn't care about it.

Betty opened the door for them, and saw Christina in such a mess.

"Auntie, I'm hungry" Christina said.

Betty felt helpless.

She glanced at Patrick, who was standing beside Christina, putting away a small umbrella.

He stood straight as he always did, but now he didn't seem as cold as he used to be.

Betty sensed that there was more tenderness on his handsome face.

Strangely, Patrick was not drenched.

"Your father and grandmother went home early from the hospital.He'll definitely complain if he sees you in such a mess."

Betty grumbled at Christina.

Actually, getting wet was not a big deal, especially for her niece who always hurt herself before.

Maybe Christina just wanted to bathe in the rain.

"Stay here."

Betty then hurried to get a clean towel.

"Okay:"

Christina stood at the door.

Water was dripping down her body, and her long black hair was sticking to her fair face.She was like Sadako.

"Patrick, go in."

She turned to look at the man beside her.

There were beads of rain on her long eyelashes, and her clear eyes were pure and beautiful.

But Patrick did not move.

He looked at her affectionately, and gently stroked her hair sticking to her cheeks with his big palm.

"Do I look like a ghost now?" She smiled.

Patrick, who had always been cold, chuckled.

Without saying anything, he smoothed her hair back.

He looked at her quietly, his eyes focused and gentle.

Christina felt a little awkward.

She turned her face slightly and subconsciously took a step back.

However, Patrick pulled her back quickly, carried her tightly in his arms, lowered his head, and kissed her.

His lips were hot and he kissed hard.

Christina was drenched in the rain, and her cheeks was a little cold.

Now, Patrick suddenly kissed her, and she could clearly feel his burning body.

Her mind went blank for a moment and didn’t wrench herself free until she saw Betty coming over with a big towel.

Christina blushed and immediately pushed him away.

Oh, how embarrassing.

Betty was very surprised.

relations when she saw Patrick went back

surge of love and desire like normal young

aunt with meaningful eyes, Christina really wanted to escape

she and Patrick were so

reached for the big towel, wrapped it around her head, and rubbed

go back to my room

gabbled and ran into the house.She went back to her room to take a hot bath and stayed there for two hours before she dawdled downstairs.She felt an

still can't take

the living room, planning to teach

and decent, but

regretted allowing her grandfather to indulge her when she was

her father and said seriously, "Dad, it's

"Why?"

snorted angrily, looked at Patrick who had been silent, and raised his tone

be easier if you were not the father" Donald said

was still angry

father, Donald would chase him

her father was angry, so she explained, "I mean I

always had this kind

she was a student yesterday, but suddenly, she had been a

you are always imagining"

"Dinner's ready:"

pot of soup from

to eat.We'll go out for dinner

meal,

go to the market to buy more ingredients, but she delayed because she took Patrick's shirt to the cleaner, and it was already raining heavily

informed that Donald

unlike the long one

it made

the plain

in the middle and

her and then started eating as gracefully

was well trained about the table etiquette by the Hopkins family, but the woman

bowl and did not

Donald glared at her.

you

was

you were

She looked up.

took a hot bath,

at

some noodles? There's some beef

to say yes, but

a

said and motioned for

Donald had always been strict with Christina. Betty

my kitchen? How could you let Christina cook?" She

knew very well that

to clean up

didn't indulge her, how could she fail to cook noodles at

"Dad, I can

But it tasted bad.

"Shut up."

Donald was furious.

Christina, Patrick

affection or disgust for the Dickens family, but their conversation at the dinner table was

Betty cooked a bowl of

looked good, smelled good, and tasted

some soup and ate a little, leaving more than half of the bowl full even with beef, and she was inevitably taught another lesson by her

outside had gradually

chatted in the living room, but Christina felt a

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