My billionaire husband spoils me too much novel Chapter 85

Gordon Hotel.

In the luxurious private room, there was a table of delicious food, but Christina was very restrained. She put down her knife and fork, nervously took up a glass of milk in her right hand, took a sip, and secretly glanced at the man opposite her.

He didn't eat anything.

Christina hesitated for a moment and couldn't help but say, "Patrick, you..." 'What does he want to do?'

She was just waiting for someone at the IP&G Group, then she was inexplicably dragged hereby Patrick. He had the manager serve a table of food, but he just sat there with a straight face and he didn't eat.

Patrick leaned back against the chair, his brows slightly furrowed with weariness, and lazily glanced at the food on the table as if he had no appetite.

Hearing her voice, Patrick looked up at the woman opposite him. He was a little strange today, and his burning eyes stared straight at her.

The corners of his lips were slightly pursed, as if he was hesitating if he should say that.

All of a sudden, a series of crisp ringtones rang from the coffee table in the private room. Christina was stunned and immediately stood up and walked over.

It must be Crystal.

"Hey, it's my phone!"

Patrick moved faster than her. He walked up quickly, picked up the phone on the coffee table, refused the call, turned it off, and threw the white phone on the sofa.

Christina stood aside, annoyed. "What are you doing? That's my friend..."

She didn't finish her sentence when Patrick suddenly put his arms around her waist...

Christina was astonished.

He held her in his arms...

Christina was pushed onto the sofa. She lowered her head, opened her eyes wide, and looked at Patrick in disbelief.

Patrick's head rested on her legs, his face buried in her soft belly, his hands around her waist, and he lay on his side on the wide sofa, then... Fell asleep.

"Hey..." She called awkwardly, her cheeks reddening.

He didn't respond. His breathing was deep and gentle, as if he was exhausted, and he wanted to have a good rest.

"Patrick."

She lowered her voice and called his name again.

Christina didn't know if he was just ignoring her question, or if he was really tired. She didn't believe this man just treated her as a pillow.

Christina was very embarrassed. She looked around the luxurious room and looked down at the man lying on her lap. Her face was redder and redder...

'What does this guy want? He doesn't say anything!'

With her eyes falling on his side face, somehow Christina was obsessed with his handsomeness. She was not a boy crazy, but this man was really amazing enough to make her eyes fix on him.

He was a Eurasian hybrid with deep facial features and fair skin, and his figure was very... Without a doubt, he could make any woman scream because of his appearance, not to mention his background and decisive temper.

'Such a man is mine...'

Christina was a little confused. She would never forget that a man like him was dangerous.

"Christina must be afraid of him..."

"Patrick usually kept her at home, so how could he bear to take her to the basement..."

There was a faint sound coming from outside the private room. Christina could not hear it clearly, but she felt that the sound was familiar. When she looked up, the door was opened.

All of a sudden, their eyes met. Charles was standing outside the door, staring at the sofa with his eyes widened like he saw a ghost.

Christina felt awkward. She looked down at Patrick on her lap and opened her mouth, intending to say something to Charles, but she failed.

Click.

The door to the private room was quickly closed by Charles!

"Is there anyone inside?" It was Chandler's voice.

Charles lied, "No."

Christina, in the room, was furious with Charles. He must have said it on purpose!

Christina wanted to shake Patrick awake, but...

"My legs are numb!"

Christina struggled in the private room, while Charles, who was outside, smiled insidiously and was happy because they did not disturb Patrick.

Last April Fool's day, he accidentally offended Patrick. This time, if he obstructed Patrick again, he would "commit a crime".

Chandler glanced at the door and chuckled. He knew that Christina must be inside.

"Patrick is not feeling well these days. Don't disturb him." Chandler said lightly and turned around to walk back.

Charles strode beside him and spat, "If Patrick is sick, it's caused by Christina."

Chandler went down to the lobby with him for dinner. "Charles, you only blame it on Christina. You also should be responsible for that. The last time you sent that tricking message to Patrick on April Fool's day, then he thought it was true and rushed to find Christina. I heard from his assistant that he was caught in the rain, and that night his migraine flared up again..."

Charles was forking a piece of beef and suddenly felt guilty.

When he saw Patrick lying on the sofa with that witch in his arms, he would have thought he was dreaming.

Munching on the small piece of beef, Charles became serious and muttered, "Patrick seems really nervous about her..."

"The mysterious man from the abandoned factory," Chandler took a sip from a glass of water, his eyes heavy and indifferent. "Patrick ordered his people to investigate for so long, but they still didn't find any information of that man. That man is not simple..."

If Christina really dated such a man who was strange, Patrick would certainly care about her.

But to their surprise, he was really... quite nervous about her.

They both frowned and fell silent.

Patrick had a fever.

In the private room, Christina was thinking about how to wake up the man on her lap. She gently pressed the back of her hand against Patrick's side of his face and felt his high temperature.

Patrick was usually very strong, except for the last time he had a high fever because of falling into the cold river, she had never seen him sick. He seemed to be very busy and tired recently...

"Patrick, do you have a headache?" Seeing him frowning and his pained expression, Christina asked him gently.

Her hands were slightly cold and pressed against Patrick's forehead. Probably because he felt the gentle touch, Patrick opened his eyes which were not as cold and sharp as usual, and then looked at her face.

Christina felt a little shy when she was stared at by him. She was about to say something when the man on her lap sat up.

Patrick's body was indeed hot, but he did not sit up straight. Instead, he leaned sideways and put his hands around her neck. His body was very heavy, and his big head just rested on her shoulder.

Christina was stunned.

What was he doing!

If he were a child, she would think that he was acting coquettishly, but this was Patrick!

He seemed to feel that her body was very soft and comfortable to hold. He made a deep sigh, seeming he was tired. He breathed weakly and hugged her tightly. "Christina." He called out her name.

His voice was a little hoarse. "Christina..."

Her whole brain was buzzing, unable to think, only to hear the deep voice softly calling her name over and over again.

Patrick's voice was low and deep as if he just wanted to call the name.

About five minutes later, he closed his eyes and fell asleep again.

Christina turned her eyes stiffly and her face was now red.

His body was heating up, and she could feel it clearly, including his breathing and the powerful heartbeat.

Christina was so worried that his brain would be damaged due to the fever. After thinking about it for a long time, she shook him gently and whispered in his ear, "Patrick, let's... Let's go home."

'Go home, our home.'