My billionaire husband spoils me too much novel Chapter 95

The Red Villa was considered a high-end leisure clubhouse in A City. Their services included hot springs, massage, authentic seafood, and spacious private rooms that were best suited for parties and fun.

Crystal dejectedly grabbed the cocktail on the table and drank it one glass after another.

Christina sat across from her. She was worried that Crystal might get herself drunk. So Christina wanted to get up to her side to persuade her to drink, but the man beside her was somewhat pulled her by the waist.

"Behave yourself," Patrick reminded her lowly.

She wanted to explain, "No, that cocktail was very strong. What if Crystal gets drunk..."

"Sit down."

She didn't know what he was angry about. He glanced at her coldly and warned her. Christina's face darkened and she knew that he wouldn't change his mind.

"Mark, I heard that you left our school after half a year of teaching. Our class was the only class you have taught. I wonder which school you are now working for?"

A man in a suit and leather shoes walked over, his face full of confidence. It wasn't hard to tell that he was a successful gold-collar worker.

Unfortunately, Patrick sat on the sofa and only cast him a glance, obviously not wanting to talk to him.

After the man was treated so coldly, his expression instantly became awkward. He handed Patrick a glass of red wine with a slightly smug smile. "I asked a friend in France to send me this wine."

Patrick took it over. But he didn't drink or say a word.

Christina looked at the glass of bright red wine and suddenly her eyes lit up. In fact, she was a wine lover...

Christina was not only a wine lover but also a little drunkard. When Patrick was about to warn her not to drink too much, the high-spirited male classmate immediately handed her a glass of red wine.

He was smiling and talking with her, "Christina, I haven't seen you for so many years. You're really getting prettier!"

"She's pregnant. She can't have wine."

Patrick interrupted him abruptly.

The man standing in front of them was stunned.

He fixed his gaze on Christina's abdomen, probably because she was tall and thin, so it was hard to see that she was pregnant. But on closer inspection, it was indeed slightly protruding.

Although Patrick's voice was not loud, all eyes were on him. The word ' pregnant' crashed the fantasy on him of the women present and they glared at Christina fiercely.

"What is their relationship?" Those women were curious.

Embarrassed, Christina grabbed a glass of juice from the table and took a sip. "We're married." So it was legal.

Their dream girl married their dream man! Her words shattered the men and women's illusions!

"Drink, this wine is good, it was specially bought by class monitor." The mood of the men present was also very complicated. They could really use a drink.

All of a sudden, the originally tense atmosphere became joyful because of the wine, and everyone was much more at ease, laughing and reminiscing about the past.

Suddenly, a slightly chubby man, drunk, stood tall in a chair.

"Christina, I'm Bruce. I like you very much!" He yelled at the top of his voice.

Christina looked at him with a surprised expression.

"In the past, you said that the corpulent man made you feel safe. You also said that your ideal type was a chef. I am now a senior chef in the hotel..."

Another man next to him pulled him down quickly. He thought he was probably drunk and out of his mind. "Bruce, come down quickly. Don't make a fool of yourself."

"Jason, go away, you bastard. When I said I was going to confess to her, you stopped me and scolded me."

Bruce winced in anger. He roared at the man beside him.

"Hmph! You thought I didn't know. You went to see Christina before me that afternoon. I saw her give you the shoulder throw and throw you into the river."

The man who persuaded him was embarrassed. Christina was famous at school, not only for her academic and attractive appearance, but also for her good at Karate. She showed no mercy to the boys who were pestering her.

"Christina, I like you very much. I'm the slender boy who used to sit behind you."

Bruce drank too much. After shouting, he was so excited that he was about to cry. All these years, he had been regretting he didn't make his confession to her. He was too timid and self-abased back then. Although he knew that she couldn't agree to it, he now could make peace with the past.

"You have so many suitors."

Patrick said in the low voice, gnashed his teeth.

Christina tilted her head, not daring to look at him.

She explained, "I didn't say accept them." It was them who kept wooing her back then.

There were more than eighty people attending the party. They had booked the largest private room in the villa. There was a gazebo in front of the balcony on the left and an open large hot spring beside it. At night, the sound of the gurgling water was pleasant to hear.

They hadn't been together for seven or eight years. Although they didn't have many deep feelings for each other now, they gathered together and started to remember their youth. In the days when they were studying together on campus, their hearts were touched.

"Mark, I, I used to be the first to attend your class..."

A beautiful woman came over, her cheeks slightly red. She raised her glass to Patrick, smiled, and said. "In the past, all the girls in our dorm adored you very much and kept prying into your private affairs..."

"Okay."

Patrick's face was still calm and emotionless. He nodded at her, raised the glass in his hand, and took a sip as a courtesy.

The woman was excited. She then turned to look at the woman beside him and asked curiously, "Christina, how did you know Mark when you skipped all his classes?"

Christina was embarrassed by her question and responded to her with a smile.

She was unwilling to talk about her personal matters, and the woman walked away. She immediately breathed a sigh of relief when she saw her go away.

She couldn't tell her that she and Patrick slept together at the club when they first met.

But Patrick was the rumored teaching assistant at her school. She really thought it was incredible back then.

"You skipped all my classes," the man next to her suddenly said in a cold voice.

Patrick stared straight at her. "Christina, you really didn't attend a single lesson of mine at that time?"

"I had no choice. I needed to earn my school fee."

She drank the juice while playing dumb.

She suddenly thought of something, raised her head, looked straight at him with clear eyes, and asked directly, "Why did you work at my school as a teaching assistant?"

"Christina, what do you think?"

He wore a complicated look and asked softly in a deep voice.

The answer seemed to be obvious, but she didn't want to utter it.

She looked at him, her face flushed, and her heart pounding.

"I didn't touch the wine, but why was I a little intoxicated..."