My billionaire husband spoils me too much novel Chapter 115

Around 5 pm, Christina returned to the Hopkinses from the hospital.

The prenatal examination went well this time, and she had an ultrasound. Looking at the ultrasound pictures of her twin sons, she was very excited to be a new mother.

"Nanny Faang, let me tell you, I..." Christina passed the corner of the corridor and happened to meet Nanny Faang. She was very excited and walked over with the ultrasound photos.

However, halfway through, she saw a tall figure, suddenly appearing in front of her.

Christina stopped immediately, and Patrick stopped when he saw her.

For a moment, they looked at each other and their expressions were a little stunned.

"You..." He said in a low voice.

"Nanny Faang, I've been busy all day. I'm a little sleepy. Call me when dinner is ready." Christina spoke a little fast, and her voice clearly sounded angry.

As if unwilling to talk with the man in front of her, she walked past him quickly with a straight face.

Patrick was ignored by her. He turned around, the expression in his eyes complicated as he watched the woman walk away without hesitation...

His cold face gradually darkened.

"Young Master Patrick, Young Madam... She's pregnant, so she's emotional." Nanny Faang stood aside with an awkward expression.

After thinking for a while, Nanny Faang slowly told him, "Young Master Patrick, actually, Young Madam has been working hard this month. She has read a lot of fashion magazines and books, learnt from designers about how to match, and personally went to the mall to choose clothes for you..."

Christina did these things with concentrated attention, and all of the servants could feel it, but Young Master was too busy to notice it.

Patrick raised his eyebrows when he heard Nanny Faang say that. He remembered that a few days ago, she took a new suit and showed it to him excitedly.

Seeing that he was obviously in a much better mood, Nanny Faang immediately went on, "The dinner tonight was also prepared by Young Madam. She started preparing the ingredients in the morning to make seafood soup, simmering it seriously..."

Patrick was a little surprised. How could she be able to cook such a difficult dish?

Nanny Faang smiled helplessly. "Young Madam said that she just had to put the ingredients into the pot. As long as the ingredients are fresh and well cooked, the dish will be eatable."

In fact, Christina had been studying cooking for nearly half a month, but she learnt nothing. When she learned how to kill fish, she chopped it with a knife, but broke the gallbladder and bones of the fish.

In the end, she was probably discouraged but unconvinced.

A few days ago, she went to the kitchen and yelled that she must make a difficult dish. Christina chose to make seafood soup, which was complicated to make. She threw a dozen raw materials, such as abalone, holothurian, pleurotus eryngii, into a big pot.

Nanny Faang felt that Christina had abandoned herself to despair.

"Really?"

Patrick replied in a deep voice, looking at the figure that had disappeared at the corner of the corridor, deep in thought.

Was she doing this for me?

Patrick never thought that she would be so proactive and considerate.

When did she learn to take care of others? Did she really want to be a good wife? It would be nice if she didn't cause trouble.

Inexplicably, Patrick chuckled.

Tonight, the Hopkinses had dinner late, because the big pot of seafood soup made by Christina had not been flavored enough. The dinner didn't start until nearly 9 o'clock.

"Nanny Faang, does it taste bad?" The holothurian was almost stewed deformed.

"Young Master Patrick will definitely like it."

"Isn't he going out for dinner tonight?" As Christina entered the dining room, she looked up in surprise. Someone was already waiting at the table.

The maid served quickly and placed the pot of seafood soup in the middle of the table.

Patrick's eyes darkened as he looked at the food in front of him, and then he turned to look at the woman beside him.

Christina didn't know what she was feeling now. Being stared at by him, she was a little nervous and walked to the dining chair opposite him.

Pretending to be calm, she asked, "You haven't eaten yet?"

"I'm waiting for the seafood soup."

Patrick's tone was much more brisk than his tone in the afternoon.

"This... this is made by Nanny Faang." As if she was guilty, Christina stressed loudly.

Patrick felt her bad disguise and laughed out loud.

She blushed slightly as he stared at her.

"What happened to your hand?"

Patrick frowned and noticed two band-aids wrapped around her right hand.

When he asked her this question, she looked even more guilty and confused. "I just accidentally cut myself."

He didn't say anything more and quickly got up from his chair and walked over to her. "Let me see..."

Christina blushed with embarrassment and raised her hand hesitantly.

At this moment, there was an anxious voice...

"Young Master Patrick, it's the call from Old Master..." The housekeeper rushed over with the phone.

"Grandpa's call."

Christina straightened her face and nudged the man beside her to signal him to answer.

Patrick took the phone with a complicated expression. Before he could speak, the old man on the other end of the phone ordered angrily, "Come to Seattle immediately!"

"Patrick, did you hear what I said? I told you to come over right away. I found some brain specialists. They have a way..."

"No," he replied coldly.

Patrick held the phone tightly, his face a little gloomy.

Then there was another round of scolding over the phone...

Christina could not hear what the two of them were talking about. Patrick seemed to be avoiding her on purpose. He turned around and walked in another direction. But in a moment, she could feel Patrick's impatience, and perhaps the old man had lost his temper.

What were they arguing about?

Finally, with a cold face, Patrick hung up.

"Young Master Patrick, Old Master is very worried..." The old housekeeper at the side tried to suppress the gloomy expression on his face and to persuade him in a low voice.

"Don't answer the call from grandpa next time."

Patrick said in a cold voice and cast a glance at the housekeeper.

The housekeeper had watched him grow up and knew his temperament. He was helpless and did not dare to say anything, but Christina in the dining room could not stand it.

"What did grandpa say on the phone?"

She quickly stood up and walked over to him. "Patrick, you have to listen to other people's advice. Don't be so grumpy all day. Grandpa must be busy with your business in Seattle, right? Just listen to him..."

"I told you, this is none of your business!"

Patrick turned his head and looked at her with a tough attitude.

Christina was also furious. "You're always so arrogant. Do you think it doesn't matter how many people you hurt as long as you get what you want?"

"... Last time, Cory said that you secretly sent someone to frame him for rape. You could really do anything for the sake of your own purpose. Have you ever thought about how other people felt? You should think more about grandpa's feelings. How could you... "

"What's wrong with me!"

Patrick's cold face darkened completely.

In a deep voice, he gritted his teeth. "Christina, do you think you're qualified to tell me how to handle it? Or do you feel sorry for Cory... I tell you, if I want something, I will get it, regardless of how many people get hurt."

"... Christina, behave yourself and don't bring this up again."