Spoil My Errant Wife (Patrick and Christina)

"How is that possible? This is your WhatsApp account..." Carrie handed her the phone.

Connie looked at the screen and immediately became nervous.

"It's usually my manager who helps me with my Twitter and WhatsApp,' Connie felt that someone was manipulating it and immediately called her manager, who said that he didn't post it today. Connie was in a panic.

She suddenly thought of something. She knew that some people could easily get her password...

"Sis, if you didn't send the text, then who did it..."

Carrie looked puzzled.

Just as she asked, a tall figure happened to stride past a corridor on her left.

Carrie looked into the man's deep eyes and was stunned.

Patrick glanced at them coldly, holding a stack of documents in his right hand, and strode past them.

Carrie and Connie's hearts trembled.

With that cold look, he was Clearly warning...

"It's him?"

Carrie spoke in a trembling voice and immediately grabbed Connie's hand in fear.

"Sis, what are we going to do? Did he know about the kidnapping of Christina last time..."

Carrie quickly consoled herself.

"No way. Cecilia has come back, so he doesn't care about Christina's kidnapping anymore...' Otherwise, according to his character, he must have done something already. But just now...Connie's mind was in a mess.

Clearly, It was Patrick who sent the WhatsApp text to Carrie.

"Why did he suddenly ask me to bring the child to Hopkins Family?" Carrie was frightened.

Connie's face was filled with fear.

"I don't know.' Patrick wanted Carrie to marry Cory? But why did he do that...What exactly did he want to do?

"Who knows what he's thinking? He's so hard to deal with. Patrick, you bastard..." Christina had a rough day.

She soaked in warm water in the bathtub, splashing the water angrily, creating bubbles.

Donald and Cory had already left, but Christina had no appetite.

She didn't even have dinner tonight.

She was alone in her bedroom, sulking.

Originally, she thought that a bath would calm her down.

However, she became more upset.

Cory and Carrie were about to get married.

Donald was biased against the two b*tches, and Patrick was angry at her for no reason...

"Why is it all my fault? Why is it so unfair? Why!"

Her cheeks were flushed with anger and she had been venting her complaints in the bathroom.

Even Christina herself did not know how long she had been soaking in it.

She felt a little dizzy.

When she tried to get up, she found that her limbs were weak.

With a thud, she fell back into the bathtub.

With water in it, she was not hurt.

Just as she was about to call the maid, she heard the door open quickly.

"Can you help me? My legs are weak..."

She was soaking in the bathtub, playing with bubbles in boredom.

"You! You've been here since afternoon?"

The voice was cold with suppressed anger.

Christina's mind went blank.

She raised her head and looked at the person in adaze.

Before she could see the person clearly, the person seemed to be ina rage and went forward to pull her out of the bathtub...

Christina accidentally hit his strong chest with the tip of her nose.

"What are you doing? Can't you be gentle..."

She rubbed her nose and immediately complained.

The man was so angry that he wanted to scold her...

"I feel a little cold..."

Suddenly, the woman in front of him muttered fearlessly.

"Christina, if you catch a cold, I'll."

As soon as his threatening words were spoken, Christina instantly looked up, only to see that the man in front of her was Patrick.

Patrick looked at her dull appearance.

His face was darkened.

He immediately grabbed the large towel beside him, wrapped the woman up, and carried her out of the bathroom.

"Don't move!"

He carried her to the side of the bed and wanted to throw her directly onto the bed, but her long hair was wet! Christina had bathed for too long, and her whole body was weak and powerless. It was rare for her to be obedient and let him do whatever he wanted.

She just lied in his arms and rest her head on his shoulder.

She felt it comfortable to lean on him.

From time to time, she complained, "Patrick, don't pull my hair so hard.It hurts."

Patrick lowered his eyes and glared at her reddish face.

He grabbed a towel in his right hand and dried her hair.

Mr.Hopkins had never served a woman, let alone blow-dry her hair.

Therefore, it took Patrick a lot of effort to dry her long hair.

"Christina! Turn over" Her hair was still wet on her forehead.

She lay on him like a koala, not even bothering to move.

Patrick had no choice but to hold the hairdryer and point it at her forehead...

"Ouch, why are you using the hairdryer to blow my face? It's so hot!"

Christina screamed as if someone was going to murder her and she struggled to resist with both hands.

Patrick tried not to get angry.

"Shut up!"

But Patrick was really not good at blowing her hair.

The hot fan blew on Christina's scalp, and she couldn't stand it anymore...

"Please stop.Stop."

The maids outside the door looked nervous and wanted to go in, but they didn't dare.

The voice was rather appealing.

Suddenly there was a thud in the room! The maids looked at each other, fearing that something bad had happened.

They immediately pushed open the door.

"Sir, is something..."

Before they could finish speaking, the two maids who barged in froze in shock.

'What is going on here?'

The hair dryer fell on the floor, and on the big bed, Christina threw down Patrick, and the two bodies were close to each other...

The maid's cheeks flushed, 'Madam is so awesome..."

She awkwardly turned around, closed the door, dare not disturb their special joy.

At this time, in the bedroom, Patrick, who was pressed under Christina's body, was stunned and did not respond.

He opened his eyes slightly and looked at the woman on his body.

Her soft lip just sucked on his sensitive throat, teasing the nerves all over his body, which made him very, very hot...

"Christina, you really want..."

His voice became blurred and hoarse.

"What? No, absolutely not!"

Hearing the gloomy tone, she quickly turned over and moved away from him.

To be honest, Patrick's body was hard, which made her uncomfortable.

Now she was lying on the soft bed, feeling relaxed.

She enjoyed this moment and didn't want to move at all.

"I want to sleep,' she mumbled, closing her eyes.

It meant that he should not disturb her! Patrick pursed his lips tightly and stared at her hatefully.

He had married her for a month, and he had been more patient.

Although Patrick was angry and looked terrible, he pulled the quilt over the sleeping woman on the bed to prevent her from getting sick.

"Christina, you're troublesome..."

Patrick was so tired by him that he simply lay beside her, looking at her face with complicated eyes, and stroking her eyebrows, nose, and lips with his finger.

The tenderness of his eyes was about to overflow.

"Don't..."

She was half awake and felt a pair of burning eyes staring at her.

She turned away from him and prevented him from touching her face.

Patrick was unhappy and stared at her.

"Christina, is Cory getting married soon?"

He propped his head up with his right hand, his eyes still on her side face.

"I'm not going to his wedding."

Christina could hear his question.

The name Cory had provoked her, and she immediately groaned unhappily.

"Why? Because you care about him?!"

Patrick's voice immediately cooled down.

don't want to see them," she mumbled, "I don't want.I don't want to see the Dickens Family.I don't want to see Cory..."

Suddenly, she thought of something unhappy and felt depressed.

"They bullied me..."

Christina rarely spoke with such grievances.

She usually pretended to be tough, but she was very tired from meeting them on her own.

Her words shocked him.

Patrick had known her for a long time, but it was the first time he had seen her so fragile.

"Who bullied you?"

He moved closer to her with his right hand around her waist. He seemed to be coaxing her.

"That old man Hopkins is so fierce!"

Christina was not fit to be sad.

She would not indulge in sadness.

Half-asleep, she forgot about the people she hated but she suddenly thought of the Hopkins Family.

"..And that bastard Patrick!"

She mumbled the name in anger.

Patrick was furious.

The woman in his arms seemed to be very dissatisfied with him and kept complaining.

Normally, he would shake her up, but today...

'Today, forget it!'

"This woman must be not clear-minded from a long bath"

Otherwise, she wouldn't have been so obedient in his arms.

Patrick smoothed her long hair and fixed his gaze on her...

Christina was really tired.

After all, the Dickens Family came over today.

She didn't like to quarrel, but every time she met Donald and Connie, she would think of her mother who committed suicide.

Subconsciously, she moved closer to Patrick, hugged the man beside her with her face rubbing against his chest.

She smelled his unique breath and felt peaceful.

Feeling her movements, Patrick chuckled...

Christina slept until dawn.

She rarely slept so comfortably.

When she opened her eyes and saw the handsome face, she was stunned.

"Get up." Patrick woke up a long time ago.

He knew she didn't eat last night.

Christina got up from the bed.

She immediately went into the bathroom to wash up and kept thinking about what happened last night...

But when she saw her hair in the mirror, she immediately ran out and yelled, "Patrick, what did you do to me last night?!"

Patrick was a little angry at the thought of her attitude last night.

"Christina, you hugged me all night!"

'Hugged him?!' Christina's ears turned red.

She went back to the mirror with her head down and combed her hair, which had blown up.

"Son of a b*tch, he must have retaliated on purpose to torture my hair..."

She didn't know that Patrick didn't know how to dry others' hair, especially women's long hair. It was too difficult for him...