My billionaire husband spoils me too much novel Chapter 94

Under the dim yellow streetlight, several shadows were lengthening...

Christina froze in place, looking straight forward. Her vision blurred probably because of the dim light, but the shadows reflected on the ground were barehanded and crisscrossed.

Then she heard Simon's anxious tone, "You motherf*cker, do you know who I am?"

With a cold face, Patrick took a step forward, with his left hand holding Simon's front collar, and his right hand holding his belt. With a strong force, he threw him against the rough wall on the side.

Simon did not react. He bumped into the wall unsteadily, leaving a sharp cut on his forehead. There was blood on the wall and the pain made him gasp for air.

"What..." He scrambled to his feet and turned to look at Patrick, who was approaching him step by step. Panic took hold of him.

Simon hurriedly shouted to his friends behind him, "Come here, come here and beat this bastard..."

"Really?"

Patrick walked up to him and looked down at him. Suddenly, he grabbed his throat with his right hand.

He tightened his grip. Simon's neck twisted. With a dark face, he trembled and tried to speak, unable to utter a sound.

Simon's face was filled with fear, but Patrick remained calm, sending a chill over.

Simon was going to die...

"Patrick!"

Christina yelled at him nervously.

The night wind in early summer was cool, but the smell of blood went floating out on the air.

Patrick let go of Simon, and he collapsed. His forehead was bleeding, his face whiter than ever. Lying on the ground, he was trembling and afraid to move.

"Take this rubbish away."

Patrick said coldly and turned to look at Christina under the streetlight.

Christina looked at him with a blank expression and a chill stole over her body.

Simon and his friends were suppressed by the three bodyguards. Most of the time, they put on an act but turned out to be a coward after seeing the black and shiny gun around the other party's waist.

"I, we didn't do anything. Really, it's none of our business..." A few hooligans were brought into the car, unconvinced, but dreaded to speak too loudly.

"It's Simon. It's his fault..."

"Shut up!"

The bodyguard in front of them turned his head and glared at them. "One more word, you will suffer!" After a while, the car started and drove directly to the nearest police station.

Christina, however, was still very nervous. Being stared at by the man, she lowered her head, probably with a guilty conscience.

She was doomed...

Crystal was stunned. She quietly tugged at the corner of Christina's shirt. "He, he..." This man seemed to be...

"Mark!"

Suddenly, a few well-dressed men and women came out of a villa. They shouted excitedly and joyfully, "Mark, we thought you weren't coming. It was really nice to see you..."

Mark?

Christina heard the shouts of some of her old classmates. When she looked up, she bumped into the man's dark eyes and she tensed up.

"Just now, my friend called and said she was bullied, so I came over..." She whispered to explain.

"To fight?" A cold voice came from above.

Christina was filled with dread and she retorted stubbornly, "Simon deserves it."

Patrick walked up to her and looked down at her without saying more.

Crystal stood by and stared at Christina and Patrick. At that moment a surge of mixed feelings flowed through her blood and she could not calm down.

"Christina, he, he..."

Crystal, who was frightened once by Simon and his friends, and then surprised by Christina and Patrick, was a little out of her mind.

"He's my husband," Christina said.

Patrick, who was standing next to her, looked a little stunned.

He lowered his eyes and glanced at her slightly red face. Although his grim face was expressionless, it was obvious that he was in a much better mood.

[ Christina's husband ]

Crystal was dumbfounded.

"Let's go home."

Patrick naturally put his right hand around her waist and looked in the direction of the car not far away.

"Mark." Three of their old classmates ran up to them with excitement on their faces. "The private rooms are all booked. Let's go in..."

Their expressions froze as they said. Their eyes fell on Christina whom they knew. She was the school belle, and her karate was well-renowned.

But... They wondered what their relationship was.

Sabrina was also here. She looked at Christina and Crystal with a complicated expression, and finally her eyes fell on Patrick.

"The more the merrier. Crystal, Christina. We haven't been together for a long time. It's rare to meet each other. Why don't we go in and meet the others..." Sabrina spoke in a natural tone with a smile on her face, holding Crystal's arm.

"Yes, it's been so many years we haven't seen each other after graduation. It's a rare chance. I don't know when we'll meet next time. Crystal, let's go in. Everyone's waiting..." The others echoed with a smile.

They all knew that Crystal was softhearted and open to persuasion. Not knowing how to refuse, she turned around and looked at Christina awkwardly.

It was said that there was always one thing to conquer another.

Being held by Patrick tightly, Christina, who lost the air as the cold school belle she used to be, lowered her head without saying something.

"You want to go?"

Patrick asked, seeing that she was in a dilemma.

Christina didn't say anything, but she looked up at him in surprise.

Her expression made Patrick feel a little sulky for some reason. He tightened the grip on her waist and led her straight to the entrance of the villa.

"Get home at 10: 00." In the end, he said in a low voice, which could be a compromise.

Christina followed him and replied, "Okay." She had no objection.

In fact, she wasn't timid, but in the past, Patrick rarely asked her what she thought.

Sabrina and the others quickly followed them and caught up with a smile.

Patrick was not interested in what they said. His face was cold and expressionless. The rest of the people looked a little stiff and spoke with caution.

"Don't you go to the reception?" Christina asked him in a low voice when she saw that he didn't like to talk to them.

"Did you just pass by here from the reception? If you're busy..."

Patrick looked down at her and pursed his lips. After hesitating for a while, he then suddenly changed the subject. "Did you lose your credit card?"

Christina was a little confused.

"You need money?" he asked casually.

Christina suddenly realized that she did want to borrow money from him before.

"My friend is a little short of money recently. I was wondering if you could borrow..."

Christina thought blue and white porcelain would be enough at home.

Patrick said to her in a displeased tone, "You care a lot about your friend!" He seemed jealous.