My billionaire husband spoils me too much novel Chapter 120

Bang!

Christina walked out of the car angrily and slammed the door in a huff.

And the man in the car seemed angry too.

Patrick looked at her viciously as she crossed the road. "Christina..." He gritted his teeth and called out to her angrily, but the woman in front of him walked faster. She refused to pay any attention to him.

The red light ahead had turned green.

The driver in the car behind him kept honking, which made him even more annoyed and angry.

It was a quiet area. They were on the outskirts of the city. There was a simple and dilapidated little park a hundred meters ahead on the right. Christina did not go far. She was sitting on a stone chair under the shade of trees, sulking.

He stared at the familiar figure and started the car quickly, approaching her.

But just as Patrick was about to get out of the car, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his brain.

Frowning, he subconsciously wanted to scratch his head with his right hand in an attempt to ease the pain, but the injury to his right shoulder caused him to lose his balance and lean toward the steering wheel. He wanted to use his left hand to quickly support himself, but his elbow hit the horn.

Beep!

The harsh sound of the horn suddenly sounded.

Christina, who was sitting quietly and sulking, was so frightened by the sound behind her that she immediately turned around and recognized Patrick's car.

Because what was inside the car could not be seen through the window from the outside, Christina felt that he was deliberately honking to urge her.

"I'm not going back!" She yelled at the car furiously.

"It's none of your business!"

With a splitting headache, Patrick leaned against the back of the seat and breathed out to adjust himself. But when he heard the woman in front of him shouting defiantly, Patrick's head hurt even more and he was so angry.

Within five minutes, the custom-made black sports car sped away.

Christina looked sideways at the rapidly disappearing car and pursed her lips. The sunlight that fell through the leaves shone on her fair cheeks. Her beautiful brows furrowed slightly and she was somewhat depressed.

"If you want to leave, leave. Who wants you to be around?"

She cursed angrily in the direction of the car, and at this moment, she did not know what she was angry about.

"You jerk! You often scold me indiscriminately. I didn't do anything bad. I just wanted to know..."

It was stupid of her to sit alone in the remote and deserted park and speak to herself. She didn't want to be so awkward. He was a man. Couldn't he get out of the car and coax me? Who the fuck were you? I had human rights too! She angrily thought to herself.

She thought she was married to a cold fish who would yell at her all day long.

Christina was filled with resentment. It was 2: 00 pm in midsummer. The sun was blazing. In the scorching sunlight, her anger grew.

At this moment, Mr. Shepherd was holding his cell phone. He also felt that Patrick had been easily irritated recently. Charles got involved in this matter involuntarily.

"She's at the street park in the Clifton District?"

"Patrick, why don't you take her home... I know. I'll go and see her right away..." The voice on the other end of the phone was so gloomy that Charles immediately agreed.

"Mr. Shepherd, are you leaving so early?" Mr. Shepherd loved to have fun on the weekend. Why did he leave so early?

"I'll go and pick someone up."

"... Just ask someone else to do this for you."

"I'm afraid no one will be able to do this other than me!" Charles was a little angry.

It seemed that the couple had quarreled again, and Patrick couldn't bear to ignore her.

Charles hated Christina a little more. She was a wicked woman! All day long, she could only cause trouble for others.

Reluctantly, he put down his billiard pole and rushed from the club to the Clifton District. Because of the long distance and the traffic jam caused by the office workers who sought pleasure on the weekend, Charles arrived at the park that Patrick talked about at about 3 p.m.

"Christina is not in the park."

Charles drove the car to the side and got out of the car. He walked around the deserted little park, but he didn't see the person he was looking for.

Charles called Patrick in a very angry voice. "Patrick, I know you love her very much, but you still have to teach her a lesson. I think when she was just married to you, she behaved herself. It's only been six months. How can you let her be so arrogant..."

"Now she doesn't even answer her phone. She's so willful and spoiled..."

Charles took the opportunity to scold her, and let Patrick reflect on it. A man's wife must be disciplined. Otherwise, what if the woman couldn't be controlled in the future?

"I have her phone." Patrick said seriously in a cold voice.

Just now, after a quarrel with Christina in the car, she suddenly got out of the car without even her bag and phone.

"Go to Apartment C 205 in the Florence Resort..."

Patrick's tone was not too urgent, and he gave the order gently.

At this moment, a respectful voice sounded at Patrick's end, "... When will the Young Madam come back? We have prepared all the dishes she likes."

Charles looked expressionless and hung up the phone. "He clearly wants her home, but he asked me to find her for him. How ridiculous!"

Although Christina had the guts to yell at Patrick all day long and Charles had all sorts of things against her, Christina didn't really make them worry.

"Didn't Christina get picked up by Mark?"

Crystal surely knew this Mr. Shepherd in front of her. She often saw his face in the entertainment section. It was not surprising that Patrick's friends were all rich men, but it was strange why he came back to find Christina again.

"What happened to her?"

When Charles heard her say that, he no longer doubted that the woman was hiding Christina from him, and his expression became serious.

"Patrick, Christina didn't go back to her apartment to find her friend..."

He anxiously called Patrick again.

The man on the other end of the phone was signing some documents in the study. When he heard Charles's words, he put down the pen in his hand and immediately stood up.

"Send someone to look for her."

He thought that she was throwing a tantrum and might have deliberately prevented him from looking for her, but... He was still worried.

At first, he thought Christina was just throwing a tantrum, but after Charles sent someone to look for her, he became more and more uneasy.

"It's very quiet around the park. There are no shops. Almost no one passes by except on the road beside it..."

"The Florence Resort, which is the closest to the park, is also ten kilometers away from this park. Christina doesn't have a wallet or a cell phone. She's unlikely to walk back to the Florence Resort to find her friend..."

"The only surveillance camera on the road can't get a picture of this side. This park is a blind spot."

From four o'clock in the afternoon, he asked his men to search everywhere until six o'clock when the sun was setting...

Patrick and a group of his men came to this deserted park. He stood in the shade of a tree and looked at the empty stone chair with a complicated look in his eyes.

"There are no signs of struggle around here. I guess she left voluntarily..."

"It's too desolate here. Why did she get off here..."

There were anxious and noisy voices in his ears. The sky began to darken, and under the last rays of the sun, Patrick's shadow lengthened...