My billionaire husband spoils me too much novel Chapter 69

Christina had dinner in Hopkins Family. Although she was not as restrained as she used to be, she watched her manners carefully, not daring to be rude.

Patrick and Mr. Hopkins paid great attention to table etiquette. They ate elegantly with chopsticks and rarely talked.

She stuffed a spoonful of nutritious porridge into her mouth and secretly looked at the man beside her from the corner of her eyes.

Patrick didn't seem to have any appetite. He only chewed on a few vegetables and then put down his chopsticks.

Christina's eyes suddenly lit up. She seemed to notice that Patrick's brows were slightly knit as if he was holding back something. Even there was a little sweat on his forehead...

Christina peered into his eyes and unconsciously leaned closer to him.

"Christina, what are you looking at?"

Mr. Hopkins sitting opposite her asked in a calm voice, feeling that she was not decent with her body leaned when having dinner.

Patrick turned his head and happened to have eye contact with Christina. Suddenly, his eyes met hers. They were surprised at first, then Christina blushed and turned away quickly and guiltily as if she had done something wrong.

"... Nothing."

She glanced around awkwardly and then her eyes fell at the pot of delicious sea cucumber stew on the table. She made an excuse. "I want some soup..."

The maid, who was at the side, heard her and immediately went forward to fill her a bowl.

Although she should avoid certain food during pregnancy, she could have this chicken stewed with sea cucumber. But the soup was very hot.

To cover up her behavior, Christina lowered her head and leaned closer to the bowl of soup, blowing it continuously, looking like she was greedy and really wanted to drink it.

"Take your time."

Patrick stood up from his chair and his voice was a little hoarse.

He left the table and placed his not-so-hot bowl of soup in front of Christina.

Christina slightly widened her eyes and raised her face, but her face happened to touch Patrick's retracted hand.

"Your hand is so hot." She said subconsciously.

She frowned slightly and looked straight at him.

Patrick seemed to be hiding something that he didn't want people to know. He looked cold-faced and unhappy.

Not wanting to look at her, he quickly turned around and left without saying a word.

"Hey, did you catch a cold because of soaking in the river before..." Christina remembered that when she was discharged from the hospital, Charles said that Patrick had a bit of cold. She moved very quickly, as if it was her instinctive reaction, and reached out to grab Patrick's wrist.

In the middle of what Christina said, his face suddenly changed and he suddenly stood up from his chair.

"You have a high fever!"

Patrick heard her exclamation, and his face was a little unhappy. With a wave of his right hand, he tried to get rid of her.

"Let go." His deep voice was hoarse.

But she held on tight, or perhaps Patrick didn't use too much force.

Christina only felt his skin hot, and anxiety and nervousness welled up in her heart. "Patrick, have you taken any antipyretic?"

Patrick didn't answer her. He looked annoyed. "Let go. Did you hear me?"

He seemed to have lost his patience. This time, he used his other hand to remove her fingers. Soon, Christina was pushed away by him.

"You have no right to ask about me!" He seemed to be disgusted by her concern.

Christina felt so aggrieved.

Patrick didn't seem to want to see her expression. He turned around quickly, stepped away, and walked towards the door in a hurry.

Christina watched him with an angry expression on her face as he strode away.

All of a sudden, she seemed to want to have a contest with something. She lunged forward again and wrapped her arms around his waist, hugging him tightly.

Patrick froze in place this time.

Even the other servants of Hopkins Family standing aside were stunned.

Everyone watched in shock as Christina rushed over, all eyes fixed on Christina, wondering if their usually grumpy young master would slap her away.

Christina hugged him tightly in this way.

She turned around and shouted nervously at Mr. Hopkins, "Grandpa, he has a high fever!"

The old man at the table was stunned for a moment, then frowned.

Christina had thought the old man would yell at Patrick, but he didn't. As if Old Master was used to it, he put down his chopsticks and said, "Take care of your body."

"Christina ----"

Patrick turned his head sideways, his face darkening. He gritted his teeth and shouted her name in a low voice, looking clearly dissatisfied with her pestering.

He hated the women who pestered him the most.

"Do whatever you want. I'm just so annoying!"

Her face was full of anger. She shouted, with her clear eyes looking straight at him. "Patrick, did you know that a high fever can kill people too?"

She seemed to have remembered something, and she felt a little excited. "When I was a kid, I had a playmate. He had a high fever at home all day, but no one took him to see a doctor. A week later, I found him in the kindergarten. He had been silly and autistic, being not able to speak."

"Everyone said his brain had been burnt out and he had become a fool..." She almost screamed out as if she was angry at the memory.

Patrick had mixed feelings. He looked sideways at the hands she was holding on to his waist. He could feel her strength, tremors, and nervousness.

'Is she so nervous because of me?'

"Patrick, you have to have an intravenous drip today." She sounded serious.

Patrick didn't know if it was because of his high fever or some other reason, but he let Christina drag him along...

At the dining table, Mr. Hopkins looked at the two people leaving, then looked up at the housekeeper beside him. Both of them were a little surprised.

Mr. Hopkins was quite pleased and his appetite improved a little. He picked up his chopsticks and picked up a piece of beef to chew on.

Sure enough. After marrying his wife, Patrick was more patient.

Patrick was dragged back to the bedroom by her. Soon the doctor came over and took Patrick's temperature. But it was not a serious illness, so the doctor just prescribed some medicine for Patrick.

Christina stood by, looking at the thermometer showing 39 degree. She was very worried and urged Patrick to have an intravenous drip.

Seeing the strange atmosphere, the doctor and the servant quickly left.

Patrick didn't look very happy, especially when his eyes fell on the infusion set in his left hand. Damn it, he couldn't work with this. He was used to signing with his left hand!

Christina knew that he was in a bad mood and she asked softly like a good wife, which was rarely happened in usual, "Do you want to lie down on the bed?"

He ignored her.

Looking at the two bottles of potions on the iron frame, he calculated the time. He still had a lot to do.

"Patrick, it will be more comfortable to lie on the bed..." She approached him and continued to ask him gently and insistently.

Patrick raised his eyebrows and stared at the face in front of him.

She was really worried about him.

He felt somewhat touched. For some unknown reason, Patrick lay on the bed subconsciously.

"Patrick, are you feeling any discomfort?"

"Your forehead is still very hot. How about I put a fever pad on it... Or do you prefer cold water or alcohol to cool it down physically?"

She was very noisy.

Patrick lay on a wide bed. He had a high fever and had no strength. He closed his eyes and only heard the woman beside him nagging and bustling around him.

"Patrick..."

Christina lay down by the bed and saw that he had closed his eyes and had not spoken, so she called out his name in a low voice.

"Anything else?"

The man on the bed had a high fever so his voice was a little hoarse, but it was easy to detect the anger and impatience in his tone.

"Oh, nothing. I had thought you were asleep, so I called you," Christina began to reflect on herself. "Then I won't disturb you. I'm going out. You can rest here."

"Wait a minute."

Patrick suddenly opened his eyes when she said she was leaving.

"Are you feeling unwell?" Christina stood by the bed and stared at him.

Patrick's face flashed with awkwardness and he said a word with a strange tone, "Headache."

"Massage me..."

Christina regarded him as a serious patient. She took off her shoes and climbed to the bed directly.

She looked down at the man lying on the bed and told him very honestly, "Rub your temples? I don't have much experience."

"It doesn't matter..."

It turned out that Christina could not lie. She was really inexperienced.

Dead woman. She rubbed them so hard.

Patrick's head was under her claws, and she rubbed it at will. He felt more painful than before.

Christina knew what she was doing, so she tried to rub it more gently. "Patrick, can you turn over?"

"Hmm?"

He was choked on the forehead by her. He had a high fever and was tortured, so he didn't want to talk anymore.

Patrick was lying on the bed like a salted fish, and his face was still pressed on the pillow by Christina. His breathing was a little uncomfortable. He suspected that Christina was taking advantage of his illness to seek revenge.

Christina, on the other hand, felt that he was more approachable when he was sick. Now Patrick was facing her from behind, so she wasn't so embarrassed.

Her massage technique was still not very skillful, but it was obvious that she had known how much force should she exert. Patrick was a little relieved and felt that it was worth it to lie down like this.

"After Eric's high fever, he didn't speak for two years..." It was so quiet in the bedroom that Christina recalled the past and told to him directly in the back of his head.

'Eric?'

Patrick didn't stop her from talking, and the only thing he cared about right now was who the hell that Eric is.

"Eric's grandfather and my grandfather are very good comrades in the army. I knew Eric when I was very young." Christina thought of her childhood playmate and sounded a little sad.

"He was an illegitimate child, and his mother was deceived by a man. At first, she didn't know that the man had a wife, but then she went back to her mother's house when she was pregnant. There was nothing serious to be a single-parent family, but Eric's mother died in childbirth when she gave birth to him..."

"Not long after, he was picked up by his father, but his father and his stepmother treated him badly. His stepmother often locked him up on the dirty and narrow top floor, throwing food at him like raising animals at regular intervals. Once, she even locked him in the trunk of the car to scare him on purpose..."

As Christina spoke, she became agitated. "Eric was really stupid. He had been quiet since he was a child. He didn't like to talk. He wouldn't resist when he was bullied. Those people hit him with a pole, but he didn't know how to escape..."

At that time, she didn't like this boy very much. She thought he was too stupid. She mocked him for being like a pillar. He was so stupid that he even didn't know how to escape.

But later...

"What happened to him later?" Patrick, who was on the bed, suddenly spoke in a persistent voice.

However, just as he turned his head, he saw that Christina's eyes were red and it looked like she was about to cry.

"Christina!"

He suddenly raised his voice and called her name with anger.

Christina was yelled at and immediately came back to her senses. "What, what?!"

Patrick didn't know what happened to Eric later on. Maybe something unfortunate happened, but Patrick wasn't interested in these.

"Christina. Shoulder! Rub my shoulder." his voice was a little stifled, and he said impolitely.

After thinking for a moment, he lowered his voice and emphasized, "Don't talk!"