My billionaire husband spoils me too much novel Chapter 118

"I've been feeling creepy when I go to the Hopkinses these days. Chandler, what's wrong with Patrick? I think he's been really irritable this week."

It was another weekend.

It was rare for them to have some free time. Charles and the others went to the club to drink, play pool and relax.

Charles grabbed half a glass of whiskey from the bar and took a sip of it. Before Chandler could speak, he muttered to himself, "It must be Christina."

Chandler seemed to sense something and elbowed his brother.

He reminded her with a half-smile, "Charles, you'd better shut up now."

"Why?"

Charles glanced at him confusedly, upset, and the whiskey in his hand spilled out.

However, Mr. Shepherd sat in the metal rotating round chair. As he rotated, his eyes widened, and he immediately shut up.

When did Patrick stand behind him?

Charles personally poured half a glass of red wine, handed it to him with his signature smile, "Patrick, didn't you say you would stay at home today?"

Patrick took his glass. He was inexplicably angry to hear him mention the word "home". He sat down without saying anything and drank it up.

Obviously, he was in a bad mood.

"I heard that Barbara has been busy handing over the work of the Seattle branch recently. Will she be transfered back home?"

Seeing that the atmosphere was gloomy, Chandler chuckled and brought up a safe topic.

"Yes."

Patrick's voice was hoarse. As if he was not interested in that, so he answered casually.

His deep eyes stared at the crystal wine glass in his hand, twirling the glass in boredom, looking absent-minded.

Red wine, she loved red wine.

I hadn't been home for a week.

She was pregnant. Would she run out to eat anything unhealthy?

"Patrick."

"Patrick, what are you thinking?"

Charles called him a few times, but the man over there looked thoughtful.

An awkward look flashed Patrick's eyes. He said coldly, "What's the matter?"

"Nothing. Let me ask Barbara if she came back for Derek."

Chandler's expression suddenly became tense, "No news from Derek?"

"No."

Patrick only said a cold word.

Thinking of their brother, Charles frowned and muttered, "But it's strange. Last month, when you were hospitalized, someone told me that they saw Derek in Seattle. What's going on? Has he returned to China, or has he been in Seattle?"

"By the way, there's one thing I forgot to tell you."

Charles became excited, looking at Patrick with a complicated look, and hesitated, "Patrick, you had a car accident last month. On that day, Christina was saved and sent to the hospital in advance."

Speaking of this, Chandler almost forgot about it.

Because Patrick was seriously injured in a car accident at that time, they were all in a panic and were not in the mood to pursue those irrelevant little things.

But when they thought about it later, it wasn't that simple.

"Just like the last time Christina was rescued from an abandoned factory, she didn't know what was going on. We went to check, but..."

The man was so shrewd that he avoided almost all the surveillance cameras. Only one outside the hospital emergency room captured his back vaguely.

The man was tall, not looking strong, with white skin.

Unfortunately, the hidden surveillance camera outside the emergency room was covered by dust, so the images were blurry.

Charles and the others had analyzed it for a long time, and they felt that this man was not like an ordinary person. He had a kind of detached temperament, pure and cold. But he was not dominant, seeming indifferent.

For some reason, Charles felt that this back was familiar.

"Maybe it's just one of Christina's suitors." That woman was trouble.

Although the surveillance video was blurry, it was clear to see that the man had carefully carried Christina to the emergency room, and even the movement of putting her on the stretcher bed was gentle.

Who was he?

Not to mention the average family, even in their circle, few men had the temperament.

Patrick listened but he did not speak.

He frowned, as if he had decided something, and suddenly stood up.

It scared Charles, "What's wrong? Patrick, where are you going?"

He might be angry with the man who secretly cared for his wife.

"Send me that video." Patrick's voice was hoarse. He strode towards the exit of the club gate after this.

"What video?"

What video were they talking about?

Damn it! The signal was bad so she couldn't hear it clearly.

At this time, in a small, warm apartment, the woman, sitting on the sofa in the small living room, wearing white headphones, was operating a strange instrument in her hand. She pressed hard on the button, but it didn't work.

"I can't hear anything."

Then, the woman cursed in a low voice angrily.

"Christina, what's the thing have you been working on?"

Around 1: 00 at noon, as soon as they finished lunch, Crystal went into the kitchen to prepare dinner. After marinating the steak, she prepared a plate of fruit to help her Godsonadd get some vitamins.

"Christina, you should exercise properly when you're pregnant, or you'll feel terrible when you give birth to my Godson."

Christina was fidgeting with the electronic equipment in her hand, and she retorted without looking up, "I told you I would help you in the kitchen. You won't let me in."

Crystal glared at her. How could she say this?

She wouldn't expect her best friend to help with the cooking lest the kitchen would be exploded.

"What the hell is that in your hand?" Crystal sat close to her with a curious expression on her face.

"Nothing."

Seeming guilty, Christina quickly took off her headphones and put away the strange equipment.

Seeing that she didn't want to let her know her secret, Crystal immediately became angry, "Christina, don't you forget that you have been living and eating in my house for nothing for a week, a whole week. I'm going to go bankrupt. When the hell are you going to leave?"

"Good friends have no afterlife. Crystal, please let me go." Christina lectured shamelessly.

Who was your good friend?

Crystal had a good temper, and she was easy on everything. But recently, she was especially angry at Christina's bad habit of being picky.

It was probably because Crystal had been poor for too long. She would go crazy when she saw other people waste food.

"Christina, if you are too picky, you will be punished by God." She snorted angrily.

"When you have dinner tonight, if you dare to throw away my steak secretly again, I will ask your husband to come and take you back."

Ding-dong.

Suddenly the doorbell rang.

The two women in the apartment looked at each other. Who?

"Christina, you ordered takeout again?" Crystal immediately remembered her evil deeds and immediately disdained her.

"I didn't."

Christina, who was stared at by her best friend suspiciously, got up awkwardly from the sofa, "I didn't order takeout, or maybe they sent it to the wrong place. I'll go and see what it is."

As she spoke, she walked towards the door in surprise.

But as soon as she opened the door, Christina was stunned, not knowing what to say for a moment.

"Go home."

After looking at her with complicated eyes for a long time, the man outside the door finally said two words in a deep voice.