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.

that they wouldn't break off all relations when she saw Patrick went back to the Dickens family

his surge of love

her aunt with meaningful eyes,

quite conservative views, but she and Patrick

big towel, wrapped it around her head, and rubbed her

go back to my

back to her room to take a hot bath and stayed there for two hours before she dawdled downstairs.She felt an itch

a mother but still can't

in the living room, planning to teach Christina a

obedient, quiet, and decent, but Christina was always so

grandfather to indulge her when

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

"Why?"

looked at Patrick who had been silent, and raised

you were not the father"

he was still angry with

was not the kids' father, Donald would chase him

confused why her father was angry, so she explained, "I mean I feel a little

always had this kind of

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

are always imagining" Donald glared at

"Dinner's ready:"

out the last pot of soup from the kitchen and

to eat.We'll

was a typical home-cooking meal, with three dishes and a

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

informed that Donald and Mrs.Dickens came back

table, unlike the long

smaller, it

for the plain cooking.Have

the middle

her and then started eating as gracefully as

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

at her bowl and

Donald glared at her.

are you doing?

was

you just say you were hungry?"

She looked up.

hot bath, I don't feel

looked at

want some noodles? There's

say yes, but her father interpreted unhappily,

daughter have a good

motioned for Betty to cook beef

yourself Donald had always been

destroy my kitchen? How could

very well that Christina

time to

could she fail to cook noodles at

"Dad,

But it tasted bad.

"Shut up."

Donald was furious.

them criticising Christina, Patrick

the Dickens family, but their conversation at the dinner table was quite harmonious, at least Patrick

cooked

and

full even with beef, and she was inevitably taught another lesson by her

drizzle outside

the afternoon, Mrs.Dickens and Christina chatted in the living room, but Christina felt a little

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