My billionaire husband spoils me too much

Chapter 179

Christina turned sideways and looked at the entrance of the restaurant in boredom.

The next second, she opened her eyes wide and was frightened.

"So, so you're here..." A slender figure rushed towards her, panting and speaking intermittently.

Christina didn't understand. Barbara was drenched. Her clothes, hair, and fingers were still dripping

with water.

"What are you doing?"

"Christina, I'm sorry. I borrowed Patrick's phone. I... I shouldn't have answered your call... I," Barbara

explained to her as she panted, pale from the rain. "We were worried about you. Don't be angry with

Patrick. I'm sorry..."

'You were sorry.

'Why were you apologizing to me?' She thought.

"Christina, what are you doing?"

On the other side of the glass door of the dining room, a handsome man walked up quickly, gnashing

his teeth in a rage.

"On a rainy day, you ran out and turned off your phone. Christina, you're looking for trouble!"

Charles was so angry that he could not help but scold Christina when he saw her eating dinner so

peacefully, compared to Barbara's miserable appearance.

How many times did he mention to Patrick that women couldn't be spoiled, the more they got, the more

they wanted.

The atmosphere of this ordinary Chinese restaurant, which was less than a hundred square meters,

suddenly turned into the alert state because of these distinguished guests.

The waitresses huddled in a corner. If they remembered correctly, the one with brown hair was the

most popular man in the city, Mr. Shepherd, and although they didn't know the other one, it seemed he

was even more hard-core.

What brought these big shots here?

Christina was expressionless and motionless, still sitting in her seat.

She completely ignored Charles's scolding and did not respond, and she also knew that although

Patrick did not scold her, his eyes were deep and fiercely staring at her...

'What did I do wrong again?'

Still expressionless, she finally looked at Barbara, who was drenched.

It was in the early autumn, and Barbara was attending a business party tonight, so she was wearing a

sexy dress, and the material was transparent. The wet clothes pressed against her skin, revealing her

fair shoulders and long legs. The light in this restaurant was soft, but she could clearly see her red

bra...

It was rare that Christina did not refute.

In any case, the restaurant was also a public place, and now it happened to be dinner time, so there

were many guests, so they didn't say anything for a while.

"Patrick, when you go back later, don't scold her. It's all my fault."

Barbara must leave as soon as possible. Everyone in the restaurant didn't know what the couple was

talking about. They only saw the guilt on the woman's face, and the man standing opposite her didn't

say anything. He took off his coat and handed it to her.

Barbara naturally put on his suit jacket, smiled at him, and quickly turned around to get into the car.

As the car drove through the rainy night, the women in the car kept turning back...

The waiter came over with a plate and carefully put down a small pot of porridge. Christina looked

away and did not look at the woman with 'lingering affection' outside the window. How annoying!

"You have a good appetite." Charles sat directly across from her, saying spicily.

Christina was not angry. She just calmly took the spoon and began to eat the food.

She just treated him as air.

Charles was even angrier. "Hey, Christina, you should reflect on yourself. Barbara was nervous. She

was worried that something bad will happen to you since you turn off your phone and get jealous, then

she rushed into the rain and looked for you with guilt. Do you have any conscience..."

She still ignored him.

"Do you think I was wrong?" Charles thought about it and thought that Christina was acting a little

strange tonight.

"No."

After eating half a bowl or so, she felt that the porridge was a little too bland and she didn't want to

have it anymore. She put down the spoon and replied calmly, "It's all my fault." Then she stood up and

left without any expression on her face.

Charles's eyes widened as she straightened her back and walked towards the entrance of the © NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

restaurant. He had a strange feeling in his heart. If she yelled at him, then he could understand her. But

she was so calm just now.

What happened to her?

They came back to the Hopkinses. Nanny Faang had been waiting at the gate of the Eastern Garden

villa. When she saw them get out of the car, she took the lead in running over.

"Young Madam, are you all right?"

Nanny Faang's tone was tense, but the woman who got out of the car acted like a normal person and

asked for something to eat as soon as she got out of the car, "I want to have scallop and pork congee,

please make some for me."

When Nanny Faang heard what she said, she was still in a daze and turned to look at another man

coming out of the car. "Master Patrick, you just said on the phone..." that Christina didn't show up in the

hotel and was gone?

Without saying anything, Patrick strode past Christina and went up to the study on the second floor.

Christina was expressionless. He was clearly angry that he was stomping

In the past, when they quarreled, he would scold her as soon as he saw her, but now they would just sit

in the car and remain silent.

The silence hurt each other more than quarrels.

Nanny Faang looked at them and she felt something bad was going on. Did he lose his temper?

She said slowly, "Young Madam, in fact, young master Patrick is worried about you."

"Who wants him to worry about me?"

Christina was so angry tonight that she couldn't hold it back as soon as she got home. She scolded him

angrily, and then stepped up the stairs, went into the bedroom, and slammed the door.

'Well, don't talk to me for the rest of your life!' She thought.

Christina was very annoyed. She grabbed her pajamas and ran to the bathroom to take a bath. She

was lying in the bathtub. The warm water calmed her down a little.

She slapped the water in the bathtub, the splashing water was on her face, her hair wet.

The bathroom was spacious and had a ventilation system in all four corners. She felt at ease soaking

herself and her mind was empty.

After a long time, the full-body mirror embedded in the right wall was misty, and the whole space was

covered with a layer of vapor.

"Well, I can't starve my son..."

She was in a daze, and she remembered that she hadn't had enough dinner, so she quickly got up.

It happened that there was a bang on the other side of the bathroom door, which scared the naked

woman and almost caused her to fall.

"How many times have I told you not to take a bath for too long? Stand still!"

Christina held the man in front of her hurriedly. It was all of sudden and she did not expect that Patrick

would suddenly break in. After being scolded by him, she forgot to talk back.

Patrick skillfully pulled off the towel and carried her out.

His arms were strong, and it was easy to hold her in his arms, even she was pregnant. Christina's face

was right next to his left chest, and she could not ignore his strong heartbeat and his unique masculine

aura. He was cold and ruthless but he made women feel at ease, probably because he could give

women a sense of security.

He seemed to be very tough as if nothing would be difficult to him.

"Patrick, what's wrong with you?"

Christina didn't know what was going on, but she suddenly screamed, her arms clenched tightly around

his neck in shock.

Patrick bumped into the coffee table as he walked, his body wobbling. He staggered and almost fell

down while holding her.

Christina raised her face and looked at him. She was stunned.

The man turned pale. His eyes opened slightly and a trace of fear flashed through them. Fear? It never

belonged to Patrick.

It was as if he suddenly couldn't see...

Christina suddenly became anxious.

What the hell was going on!

"Patrick..." In a low voice, she carefully called out again.

Christina had never seen him so flustered. She was in a panic. She felt that he was trying his best to

adjust his breathing. He was trying to stand up straight as if he was trying his best to pretend...

Her eyes were burning. "Patrick, put me down." She pushed his chest and wanted to stand on her own

because she was a burden to him.

She always hated being a burden to him.

"I'm fine."

He was strong and persistent.

He was still standing tall and steady, holding her safely to the bed before letting her go...

Christina didn't say anything more, and it just seemed like an illusion just now.