Spoil My Errant Wife (Patrick and Christina)

Christina rolled over on the bed with the quilt in her arms and suddenly opened her eyes.

It was already 9: 00 in the morning, and she got up nervously from her bed...

She was slightly startled and felt a little strange.

Usually at 5 am, the maid would wake her up to accompany the old master for breakfast.

Why didn't anyone wake her up today? Sitting on the bed, she glanced around the bedroom and subconsciously looked at her side...

He didn't come back last night.

When Christina thought of Patrick, she was a little depressed.

She quickly got out of bed and went to the bathroom to wash up.

When she picked up the towel to wipe her face, she suddenly found that her right hand was almost cured.

She frowned slightly and examined her fingers carefully.

She leaned her nose closer to her fingers and smelled the medicine.

"Who did this?" She was confused.

"Ma'am.'

At this time, the maid pushed the door open and came in with a bowl of porridge.

"Did you call a doctor last night?"

Christina popped her head out of the bathroom and asked the maid.

The maid quickly placed the porridge on the table and looked worried.

"No, it's just that Young Master told us not to wake you up this morning. Ma'am, are you feeling unwell?" "I'm fine"

Christina felt complicated in her heart for a moment.

After finishing her porridge, she stayed alone in her bedroom, with her mind a little confused.

Sitting cross-legged on the bed, staring at her right hand, she wondered if it was Patrick who drugged her.

"So he came back this morning..."

"Then last night... Did he stay with Cecilia last night?" Christina suddenly wanted to know everything.

She turned around, grabbed her cell phone, searched for Cecilia's name, and immediately a bunch of related news came up.

Her expression grew colder as she scanned the news.

She fixed her eyes on a snap on her phone screen.

In the underground parking lot of the Fireworks Bar, the woman could not be seen clearly with her back facing the camera, but the man's cold profile...

Christina recognized Patrick immediately.

"How could they do such things in a car..."

She bit her lips and murmured, feeling a little uncomfortable.

She stared at the photo and was annoyed.

"Are you blind? Why are you attracted by that woman? She had a plastic surgeon!"

However, Patrick liked her.

Charles also said that he only had one girlfriend, his precious Miss Jones.

"I'd better not talk about her plastic surgery, in case I would get scolded again.' Christina was in a bad mood, so she threw her phone away.

She had just thrown her phone at the head of the bed when the door suddenly opened.

Christina looked up subconsciously, and the man at the door was staring at her.

Their eyes met but they all kept silent.

Christina turned her head and climbed to the head of the bed as if she was hiding something. She picked up her phone and immediately deleted the information she had been browsing.

She didn't want him to know that she was investigating Cecilia's affair with him.

She didn't want him to know that and didn't want...to make herself more humble.

Patrick did not know what she was thinking.

He just stared at her with fixed eyes and walked towards the bed.

"Why did you go to the Fire Club with Charles last night?"

He suddenly asked in a deep voice.

Christina's face darkened when he mentioned what happened last night.

"Nothing," she replied perfunctorily.

Patrick tried to soften his tone and said, "Don't go to the club..."

"Why!"

Christina suddenly raised her head and glared at him.

"Are you not letting me out because of the rules of the Hopkins Family? Or are you afraid that I will embarrass you?"

When Christina thought about what happened last night and the 'car sex' photo, she became angry and unconvinced.

"Your Miss Jones is a famous movie star. Her face is everywhere in social media and magazines. Since I look so similar to her, why can she..."

"You are not her!"

He blurted it out but his voice sounded strange.

Patrick looked at her with mixed emotions in his eyes and warned her in a cold voice, "Do as my words! You'll always have bodyguards with you when you go out.Christina, don't make trouble for me.I don't have that much time to take care of you."

She could not understand the coldness in his eyes at this moment but suddenly felt a little aggrieved.

Every time, he used a different standard to measure her and his Miss Jones.

She didn't want to argue with him.

She kept reminding herself that she didn't have the right to ask for his justice, but sometimes, she just...

She just couldn't help but care about his attitude.

Although he was indifferent, sometimes, he was gentle to her.

She was trying to pretend to ignore his tenderness but greedily wanted to get it.

Christina lowered her head, her eyes slightly red.

She got out of bed and went to the closet to change her clothes, then walked out the door.

"I'll go downstairs to accompany grandpa."

She spoke in a weak voice, sounding like a stranger.

Patrick gazed at her with complicated eyes.

Just as she reached the bedroom door, he suddenly called out to her, "Christina."

Christina stopped but did not turn back.

Christina just stood there and waited for his order.

Anyway, he would have nothing more to say than to order her.

"That cake..."

He asked tentatively, sounding like he was hiding and bearing something.

When Christina heard the word "cake," she turned around and looked at the table on the left of the living room.

She almost forgot that she had ordered a birthday cake yesterday.

"I bought it myself because I suddenly wanted to eat it!"

She raised her voice as if denying something.

Patrick was stunned when she said that.

While Christina walked quickly to the table, packed up the specially reserved tiramisu, turned around, and threw it into the trash can.

Patrick slightly widened his eyes and stared at her.

Christina did not dare to look at his gloomy face.

She pursed her lips, strode past him, and went straight downstairs.

While Patrick walked to the trash can and looked at the crumbling cake inside, he felt pretty upset.

He thought she was celebrating for him....

"Yesterday was the birthday of that bastard. The Hopkins Family never celebrates the Lantern Festival..."

In the hall of the Main Residence of the Hopkins Family, Mr.Hopkins was sipping his tea leisurely.

When he played chess with Christina, he was in a good mood and talked to her about Patrick.

However, Christina didn't want to hear anything about him.

She had a serious look and pretended not to know that.

"Oh, really? So yesterday was his birthday.' Mr.Hopkins looked at the chessboard and casually made a move, then asked, "Yesterday the butler said you bought a cake..."

"I threw it away."

Christina looked a little angry.

Then she picked up a 'horse' and ate Mr.Hopkins's 'car' without hesitation.

"What are you doing?"

Mr.Hopkins lost a 'car' and immediately shouted at her discontentedly, "Do you know how to play chess?"

"Don't take the kinship into consideration in the battle.' Christina glanced at him and had anger at every one of the I Hopkins Family.

"Grandpa, do you want to repent?"

Mr.Hopkins's face darkened.

The butler beside them laughed out loud.

"Young Madam is really good at playing chess," He praised.

"Of course, I'm better at the piano!" Christina was not humble at all.

"Piano?"

Mr.Hopkins had been a little unconvinced, but when she mentioned the piano, his eyes flashed with deep thought.

"Do you like playing the piano?"

"I don't like."

Christina was an active girl since she was young.

She suffered a lot when she was forced to practice the piano.

"However, I'm really good at the piano. In addition to working in a milk tea shop, I was often employed as a pianist by the senior clubs."

When she talked about her past job, she was quite proud.

Mr.Hopkins looked at her, thinking about it and muttering, "Why don't we buy a piano..."

"Ma'am, you can't play the piano at home. Patrick hates the sound of the piano..."

The butler spoke nervously as if he was afraid of something.

Christina was taken aback, noticing that the housekeeper was worried and that Mr.Hopkins also looked grave.

"Why?"

As soon as she asked, she saw the two of them raise their heads in unison and look at the gate...

Christina followed their gaze and was a little surprised.

"He didn't go to work?" Patrick, as usual, kept indifferent and did not even look at them.

With a document in his right hand, he walked directly across the hall towards the study on the second floor.

"Since he doesn't object, then let's buy a piano."

Just as Patrick's figure disappeared at the staircase, Mr.Hopkins said suddenly.

Christina always felt that the old man was planning something.

Patrick returned to his study and heard his grandfather's last sentence, "Buy a piano."

He was a little unhappy and he slammed the door of the study.

"Mr.Hopkins, we've got the surveillance of last night on the 35th floor..."

As he answered the phone call, the person in charge of the Fire Club reported to him.

"At 8:05 last night, Mr.Shepherd led our Young Madam into the club from the VIP entrance. Then Mr.Shepherd met Mr.Biden and the others and asked the waiter to send Young Madam up to the top floor first... The general manager of the Fireworks Bar said in great detail, afraid of being blamed for missing information.

"Young Madam suddenly stepped out of the elevator on the 35th floor and followed Miss Jones."

Speaking of Miss Jones, the reporting man hesitated and added, "Miss Jones booked a private room with her other five colleagues. They were inside...taking drugs, and were seen by Young Madam..." Although the people outside did not understand, most of the people who followed Patrick knew the relationship between Cecilia and him, because of which they were very respectful to Cecilia for the sake of

Patrick.

About Cecilia taking drugs...

He didn't dare to report it.

On the one hand, he was afraid that Patrick would lose his temper when he found out.

On the other hand, he was afraid of offending Cecilia.

However, Patrick was not angry.

Instead, he urged impatiently in a cold voice, "I want you to find out why Christina was injured!"

The general manager was a little surprised.

It sounded as if he didn't care about Cecilia taking drugs or getting involved with other men.

"Young... Young Madam was mistaken for Miss Jones by aman named Ted and dragged into the men's washroom on the 35th floor..." He said nervously.

On the other side of the phone, Patrick's face was grim, his right hand holding the phone tightly.

"And then?"

Hearing his tone, that man became more nervous and tried to speak calmly.

"Although there was no surveillance in the bathroom, when we found Ted, he fainted on the ground... Young Madam should be fine..."

"Fine? Do you think she would still be fine if she were covered in injuries?" Patrick was very dissatisfied and scolded him coldly.

"Find Ted immediately and strengthen the management of the Fireworks Bar. Don't let dangerous people in!"

"Okay, okay..."

The general manager was so frightened that he quickly responded.

Suddenly, he thought of something else and whispered, "Mr.Hopkins, actually the reason why Young Madam came here with Mr.Shepherd was to look for you..."

Patrick was stunned.

"Did she go there for me?"