My billionaire husband spoils me too much novel Chapter 70

'Where is he?'

Christina pushed the door open and went into the bedroom. She put down the bowl of hot congee in her hand, turned but found he wasn't on the bed.

There was still half of the infusion hanging in the iron rack. The syringe was forcefully removed, and the liquid was dripping...

'He asked me to go downstairs and bring congee for him...'

'The man must take the opportunity to slip away.'

Christina was a little angry. Without thinking, she knew where he was. She immediately turned and walked towards the study.

"Are you that eager to know what's hidden in my study?"

However, when Christina held the doorknob of the study, a deep voice tinged with anger came from behind her.

Christina turned around and looked at him, confused.

The next second, she came to her senses and took a step forward. She gritted her teeth and said angrily, "Yes, I just wanted to sneak into your study while you were sick tonight and see what cruel things you have done in there!"

"You!" Patrick looked angry too.

There were fewer servants on the east side of the villa, and the corridor on the second floor was quiet. And they just stared at each other.

He did not speak again, but suddenly turned around and went back to his bedroom.

Christina stood still. Watching him striding away, she was even pissed off and a little aggrieved.

"... I just wanted to come and ask you to go to your bedroom for a rest."

She didn't want to explain this to him.

Because when he saw her standing outside the study, her first thought was that she was up to something.

Christina always felt that she and he were from different worlds.

There was such a gap in their status. Besides, he was too vigilant and suspicious, but she liked to keep everything simple.

The maid came in and took away the iron rack and the syringe by the bed, while Patrick sat in the small living room in the bedroom, hesitating over the bowl of congee on the coffee table.

Christina went straight into the bathroom to wash up quickly, then got into bed and fell asleep, completely ignoring him.

She had been running around for Patrick. He was the one who was having a high fever, but she was the one that had been busy. The bastard even removed the syringe before the infusion ran out...

She was very upset. She held the quilt and moved several times. After all, she was sleepy and fell asleep quickly.

The night was quiet. And it was 11 now, not very late. Patrick walked to the door and was about to return to the study. However, he stopped and looked back at the woman on the bed.

Patrick frowned. His fever was gone, but the medicine made him a little dizzy.

With some thoughts in his eyes, he turned off all the lights in the bedroom, walked to the bed, lifted the quilt, and lay down.

Christina was sleeping on the edge of the bed with her back to him. Patrick reached out and held her in his arms naturally.

She struggled once against his chest. Patrick hugged her tightly, and she gradually gave in, as if she was used to him being so domineering.

Christina was in a bad mood tonight, and even when she fell asleep, she kept a straight face.

The bedside lamp was very dim, and Patrick looked down at her quietly but wanted to laugh for some reason.

He knew that she had just been to the study to look for him, but he was... too nervous.

He didn't want her to know about those things.

He caressed her brows gently with his slender fingers. Perhaps because she felt itchy, she turned her head and rubbed her face against his chest, as if to stop him. Then she didn't frown now and was sleeping soundly.

Patrick's eyes lit up and a smile appeared on his grim face as he watched her like this.

He withdrew his hand and stopped caressing her face, but his eyes fell on her bright red lips...

He then leaned over to her, their breaths intertwined, very low and soft. He couldn't help holding his breath as he approached her.

Christina's long eyelashes trembled, but he didn't notice that she was pretending to be asleep.

Her heart was beating a little fast, but she was nervous even with her eyes closed.

She also felt a little strange. She didn't know why she didn't want to reject his kiss...

But just as Patrick was about to kiss her soft lips, he seemed to have remembered something and stopped.

Christina felt it was such a hard night.

She felt a little disappointed and a little sad.

But she was very angry. He teased her first!

She really wanted to punch him in the chest and kick him, but if she did these, he would know she was not asleep.

Christina didn't sleep well and kept tossing and turning in his arms.

And Patrick did not sleep well tonight. He reached out to touch her forehead several times to see whether she was infected by him.

Christina didn't sleep well in the first half of the night because she was angry. Early in the morning, her phone rang. What bastard was calling her?

"Who is it?!"

After grabbing the phone by the bed, Christina asked with resentment.

The man on the other end of the phone was stunned for a moment, then he said with some embarrassment, "Christina, it's me."

Christina didn't get enough sleep and was dizzy. She only felt that the voice was familiar. She pressed her phone on her ear casually and asked, "What's the matter?"

"Who is it?"

The man next to her suddenly asked.

When Christina opened her eyes, she realized that she was so close to Patrick, and his hand was naturally resting on her chest.

He was a pervert!

"Hey, take your hand away from me." Now, her mind was completely clear.

"Christina, what's going on over there?"

Hearing Christina's scream, the person on the other end of the phone asked anxiously, "Where are you now? Do you want me to go..."

Patrick could hear the nervousness and worry in the person's voice through the cell phone. He knew it was his cousin.

Patrick suddenly rolled over and pinned Christina down.

"What, what are you doing..." Christina was so scared that her mind was in turmoil.

"I want to do you," Patrick whispered in a husky voice in her ear to mislead his cousin.

The man on the phone heard their conversation and his face turned livid.

The next second, the phone was impatiently hung up by Patrick.

"Cory!"

Outside the gate of a prestigious private kindergarten in A City, a man clutched his cell phone and looked gloomy. He had just sent his daughter to kindergarten when he suddenly remembered something and called her...

"Cory."

A person hurried towards him, and she called him twice before the man regained his senses and looked up.

When he saw the woman in front of him, Cory was a little stunned. His gaze fell on her face for three seconds, and he laughed at himself.

This woman looked very much like her.

"Miss Jones, we don't seem to know each other very well," Cory spoke in a cold and distant voice.

When Cecilia heard his tone, she looked a little unhappy. Since she started her career as an actress, everyone had been kind to her, but recently because of Patrick...

She held back her anger and forced a perfect smile. "Mr. Hampton, there might be some misunderstandings between us. Today I came here to see you..."

Cory was sneering. He didn't believe her at all.

He then interrupted her. "Cecilia, I'm not Patrick. I won't buy anything you say. I'm not interested in a fake who got this face thanks to plastic surgery."

Cecilia's face froze at the words plastic surgery.

Cory narrowed his eyes and glared at her face. For the past three years, he could see it every day when he came home...

He felt he could still hear the conversation between Patrick and Christina. His face was gloomy and he felt irritable.

He turned around, ignoring the woman in front of him, and walked straight to the shiny black Ferrari parked on the right side of the road.

Seeing this, Cecilia felt anxious, ran over, and grabbed his arm regardless of her image.

"Cory, I really have something important to talk to you about today."

"Let go of me!"

Cory looked gloomy and felt worse when he saw her similar face.

"Cory, you know how I am doing now. I just want to find someone to support me..."

Cory lost his patience and pushed her away. "Miss Jones, I am not cut out to be anyone's sugar daddy. Don't forget. I'm kind of related to the Hopkins Family!" He said through gritted teeth.

Christina was his cousin's wife now, a fact he didn't want to accept at all!

"Then have you ever thought about why your cousin Patrick slept with no one but Christina after he came back from abroad for the first time in six years? You really think it's just a coincidence?!" Cecilia seemed to be cornered and shouted at him.

This sentence stunned Cory.

"What do you mean?"

He looked intensely at her.

Suddenly, Cory looked excited. "Cecilia, do you know something?"

When Cecilia saw his nervous look, she felt relieved. She put on air and changed the subject.

"I heard that your daughter is not very close to your current wife, Carrie..."

Cory didn't understand why she suddenly mentioned Carrie, but in fact, his daughter was afraid of Carrie.

"Cecilia, you'd better not play tricks," he warned in a deep voice.

Cecilia straightened her back and looked straight at him. "Cory, I told you before, I just want someone to support me."

"You still care about Christina, don't you..."

"If Carrie hadn't returned with her child, you would still be married to Christina. You were still her husband, but things are different now."

Cory's face darkened even more at her words.

While Cecilia was smiling. She reached out and tugged at his tie. She tiptoed, leaned closer, and leaned her lips against his ear. It looked like they were flirting with each other.

Cory was unhappy and tried to push her away, but her words froze him.

"Cory, I can tell you the truth about everything..."

Cecilia lowered her voice and said word for word, "For example, Patrick started plotting against you so as to steal your wife a few years ago..."