Spoil My Errant Wife

Chapter 20: Thought You Died 

It was getting dark.Christina kept running and running as if she was frightened by something.

The mountain path was rough and rugged.

She tripped and lost a shoe.

She remembered that there was a village here, and she had to ask someone for help...

The surrounding area was desolate, and the thick clouds in the sky were rolling violently.

Soon it began to drizzle, and she was drenched in the rain.

Suddenly, her eyes lit up.

There was a simple tiled house in front of her and she ran over excitedly.

"Is there anyone here?"

She shouted and looked behind her warily.

When she reached out to knock on the door, she found that the door was not closed.

She pushed the door open and looked inside.

Because it was getting late and dark, she could not see clearly what was going on in the house.

"Hello, I was captured here by bandits.Please help me..."

She exclaimed in panic and walked cautiously in.

She was forcibly taken from the hospital by several men to this remote suburb.

Just now, she took the opportunity to break the thick rope in her hand against the rusty hoe in the corner of the wall, and immediately untied the rope on her feet, and ran out in panic.

There were many scratches on her wrists and blood was dripping down.

She couldn't pay much attention to the injuries but ran mad, afraid that they would catch her back.

Her injuries were soaked in the rain, causing her a lot of pain.

But when she stepped into the quiet tiled house, Christina froze.

There was no one.

The house was quiet.

Christina's face was pale.

She looked around and stared blankly at the shabby and dirty tiled house where the objects were scattered all over.

At this moment, a terrible bolt of lightning fell from the sky, and then thunder rumbled.

So she trembled in fear.

It was raining cats and dogs outside as if the sky was about to collapse.

Lightning flashed, and thunder rumbled.

She kept shrinking and looking around in fear.

She caressed her abdomen with her right hand and she felt a little uncomfortable.

She lowered her head and her face turned pale instantly.

She remembered what Patrick had told her before.

[There are so many women who want to give birth to my children, and you, Christina, you don't have the right...

Abort the child!] [You heard it, too.

It was Mr.Hopkins who told us to abort your child.] Her mind was in a mess, and she couldn't help thinking about those harsh words.

Her eyes were red, her right hand was tightly covering her abdomen, and her heart was full of grievances and discomfort.

She had been forcibly taken to such a place, threatened and frightened by those ferocious bandits, and fled in panic.

Now, in this dark night and torrential rain, she was alone and helpless.

It was all because of Patrick! That man was too cruel and too heartless! The heavy rain caused a torrential flow and the yellow soil on the mountain slid down...

"Come out! Hurry up and come out! The house is going to collapse!!"

A figure outside rushed over and someone screamed in shock.

Christina was standing in the middle of the house, and she turned around abruptly.

She kept trembling violently.

She saw the huge rocks falling down from the mountain torrents outside the door, and the house began to crumble...

Christina seemed to be frightened.

She was so nervous and wanted to step forward, but she couldn't control her body.

Her feet seemed to weigh a thousand pounds.

She was so scared that she lost all her strength.

There was a loud crash, and the deafening sound resounded through the sky.

"What is this sound?"

Patrick suddenly stopped and looked around with a grim face.

At this time, thunder, lightning, and the sound of rain covered many voices.

Some people said uncertainly, "Maybe the landslide knocked down the houses."

Charles frowned as he watched the heavy rain and thunder.

He was anxious.

"Don't go to the houses at the bottom of the mountain.Be careful, or you will be buried."

"Mr.Hopkins, we have sent all of our men to look for her separately.It's very dangerous here.You should leave.We will inform you as soon as we get any updates..."

A fat man standing next to Patrick held an umbrella for him and said respectfully.

"Patrick, this is a big place.We don’t know where to find her for a while.We should leave now.It's really dangerous to stay here!"

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Now the thunder was rumbling.

The rain was pouring down, destroying Christina's footprints.

Where should they go find her? Patrick had been pursuing his lips and ignored them.

He looked nervous and seemed to be holding back his other emotions.

He looked around with sharp eyes, his heart beating wildly.

Suddenly, he looked startled, strode out, and ran to the left despite the rain.

The people behind him saw that Patrick was in the rain and immediately chased after him nervously.

They saw that Patrick was drenched and he was squatting on the ground.

There was a woman's shoe in the dirty soil.

Patrick glared at the shoe in the dirt.

This was Christina's shoe...

His heart beat even fast.

He raised his head, followed the direction of the tip of the shoe, ignored the person behind him, and ran forward.

Patrick didn't run far before he suddenly stopped.

He looked completely shocked as he looked at the dilapidated house buried in mud before him, which was in ruins.

"This, this tiled house collapsed and caused the sound we just heard.I don't know if there's anyone inside..."

No one knew if anyone was buried inside.Charles and the others rushed over and looked at the ruins with astonishment.

"Let's get out of here as soon as possible..." Someone immediately suggested.

"Christina! !"

Patrick, however, seemed to have been stimulated.

Suddenly, he threw himself in front of the ruins, raised the broken door, and shouted.

His impatient voice, accompanied by thunder, made people uneasy.

The people behind him immediately came to their senses and helped him dig.

Christina was in this house? Charles was also surprised.

He looked around at the desolation.

Her shoe was found here.

If she really came here, she would have run into the house to shelter from the heavy rain, which meant...

She was buried underneath...

Charles couldn't care less about his usual image as a noble, rich young master, and looked anxious.

He immediately helped to move some big, heavy things.

Everyone shouted Christina's name in the heavy rain, and everyone was in a panic.

All of a sudden, Patrick knelt down and smashed his fists fiercely into the mud in the ruins, overwhelmed by too many emotions.

He kept smashing the ground.

His eyes were filled with anxiety.

They knew that in such heavy rain, the rescuers would not be able to arrive in time and that the person buried below would have been...

His heart was filled with regret and helplessness.

He hated himself.

He always got what he wanted and succeed in what he did.

But he couldn't stop this.

He couldn't...

Charles looked at Patrick like that and was completely shocked.

He didn't know that Patrick, who had always been indifferent, would care so much about a woman.

The rain was still pouring down, and the thunder never stopped, but suddenly, Charles vaguely heard some voices behind him...

All of a sudden, Charles looked like he had seen a ghost.

The next second, he rushed forward and grabbed Patrick's shoulder, so excited that he stammered.

"Patrick, look, look back..."

Patrick ignored him until Charles shouted anxiously.

"Christina isn't dead.She's right behind us!"

Patrick's body shook, and he raised his head to look at Charles in shock.

At that moment, Charles was more shocked because he saw Patrick's eyes turn red.

Before Charles could regain his senses, Patrick had got up and run behind him.

Patrick was covered in filthy yellow mud.

Under the heavy rain and in the mud, he was staggering.

His eyes were filled with astonishment.

There were many emotions in his eyes, such as surprise and happiness, and they kept changing, which confused others.

He was standing right in front of her, reached out his finger, and touched her face.

Christina seemed to be frightened by his sudden action, and stood still, stunned.

Then when Christina wanted to say something, Patrick stepped forward and hugged her tightly.

Her body was warm, and he kept tightening his grip and hugged her more tightly.

Christina was very uncomfortable being held by him.

Their bodies were pressed together in the heavy rain.

Her first reaction was to push him, but...

She was surprised to find that Patrick was trembling, as if he was suppressing a violent emotion, or as if he was afraid.

Afraid? How could a man like Patrick be afraid? Christina thought it was a ridiculous idea, especially when she remembered his cold and heartless words.

"Let go of me! Don't touch me!!"

She looked disgusted and her eyes were filled with the rejection of him.

Charles and the others followed with umbrellas.

"It's great that you are fine.Christina, we all thought you were buried in this tiled house..."

Hearing Charles's voice, Patrick seemed to be shocked and came back to his senses.

He immediately let go of the woman in front of him.

A trace of awkwardness flashed across his usually stern face, and he realized his gaffe.

Christina took a step back from him and did not look at him again.

Her face was cold.

It was still raining heavily, the thunder still rumbled, and the atmosphere in front of the desolate ruins was strange.

Someone held the umbrella for Christina.

And someone was trying to ease the tension by saying with a smile, "Since we have found Madam, we'd better get going now..."

"You can't leave here!"

Suddenly, a strange voice sounded.