My billionaire husband spoils me too much novel Chapter 123

She couldn't sleep.

The woman tossed and turned in bed, as if she had something on her mind, unable to fall asleep.

"Christina."

The man on the other side of the bed could not help but call out her name in a low voice.

The woman at the side immediately stopped moving.

But within half a minute, she turned her body again.

"Patrick, are you still awake?" Her voice was not at all ambiguous, but she sounded very sober. It was obvious that she was not sleepy at all.

The faint light at the head of the bed was still shining, reflecting on her side face... She was really afraid of the dark.

"Patrick, can I ask you something?"

She seemed to be struggling in her heart. Then she leaned closer to him and asked again.

He did not say a word but stared at her with his eyes open, which made her hesitate.

"That year, in our high school graduation trip... You happened to be our teaching assistant, so you... Were you in that trip?"

She asked cautiously, as if she did not dare to mention something.

"No," he replied quickly.

But Christina's face suddenly darkened and she didn't understand. "How was that possible, Cory said..."

"What did he say?"

She looked at him with a complicated expression, as if she was confirming something. "It really wasn't you..." Her tone was skeptical.

The man beside her closed his eyes slightly and did not reply her.

"Did you hear that something happened on the school trip that year..."

Christina recalled something and spoke in a heavy voice, not noticing his abnormality.

"It's normal that you haven't heard of it. The only time my father, Donald, helped me was probably in this scandal... But he did it because of the Christina family."

She pressed her lips slightly and was reluctant to continue. After a long silence, she tried to relax and forced a smile.

"If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, you wouldn't have believed it. At sunset that day, I was unlucky to be separated from my classmates on the mountainside when I was suddenly attacked by five or six bandits. They dragged me down the hill and tore my clothes. I was so scared that I struggled desperately to escape..."

The man next to her froze for a moment.

While Christina was sleeping on her side, lost in thought. She suddenly hugged his arm, and her body leaned against him.

"... I heard gunshots."

"Patrick, did you save me that day?"

She paused, her face pressed close to his arm, and then she added with determination, "I know you saved me."

He looked down at the woman beside him, filled with thoughts, but he did not speak.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

She raised her head and looked straight at him. "Patrick, why didn't you tell me what you did?"

Eleven o'clock at night was not late. Usually, he would still be in the study. He was just a little tired tonight.

He was so tired that his brain ached a little and he didn't want to recall anything.

At the silent night, the time seemed to have paused for a long time...

But she was very persistent.

"Because I was angry." Patrick said a sentence in a deep voice.

As soon as he remembered that year's incident, those images will appear. "Christina, I was angry. I was angry that you accepted Cory's love for no reason. I was angry that you married him..."

He was angry, but in fact, she knew only the first half of the emotion... The second half, more directly, was the hatred towards her.

Hatred. How long could hatred last?

He couldn't let go of his hatred.

In the end, he blamed all the mistakes on her and told himself that she owed him and that he wanted her to pay him back for the rest of her life at any cost.

"Christina, I've been waiting for you to admit your mistake and beg for forgiveness..." For six years.

Nothing was waiting, and as a result, he realized that everything was just an illusion.

From the beginning, she didn't even know who he was.

Christina looked at him with a complicated expression. She couldn't quite understand what he meant by "Admitting his mistake" and" asking for forgiveness," but it was only natural for him to be angry.

"Patrick, did you get hurt that day? Those gangsters had guns. What did you do..."

She couldn't remember. She was really scared. The sounds of gunfire and screams of pain were all around her ears. All she knew was that the sky was already dark and her vision was blurry.

It was getting darker and darker, and the strong smell of blood... She knew that the man who came to save her was injured.

She wanted to do something for him, but she was too frightened to move.

She was scared and worried that the man might die and that she got him into the trouble.

She hugged his arm with both hands, tightened her grip slightly, and murmured, "I've been inquiring about the person, wanting to know about who he was..."

"Why did you want to find me, to repay me?"

The man beside her spoke in a calm voice with a self-deprecating smile.

"Oh... I, I am looking for you to repay you." She suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

"Patrick, in fact, Cory was impersonating you. He lied to me that it was him who had saved me, so I agreed..."

This time, Patrick was really angry. He turned his eyes and glared at the woman fiercely. "Christina, you really repaid the one who saved you with your body!"

"Then what do you want me to do?"

Christina didn't understand what the man was thinking. She thought he would be happier if she made it clear.

"If you beg me to forgive you, I'll think about it again."

Why was this dead man so arrogant? She looked at him for a while, then suddenly stood up and kissed him directly with her lips, soft and warm... This caught Patrick off guard.

"Well... What do you think of this?" She blushed.

She liked him, and there was no need to be arrogant. The man was too proud to coax her, so she had to take the initiative.

Those forum posts said that men like women to take the initiative, but her kissing skills are not experienced enough. She was really not confident enough to take this man down with her kiss.

"Patrick, for how long are you going to be angry with me? I've made a mistake. Please forgive me..."

"Ah, it's itchy..."

"That's it, that's the repay?"

"Don't thank me in this way... Patrick, don't press me. If you hurt my son, I won't let you get away with it..."

"What are you going to do to punish me?"

"Hahaha, it's really itchy. I don't dare. Really, I promise..."

He suddenly fell silent.

As he looked down at the woman's natural and relaxed smile, he thought that she was no longer as restrained as she had been for the first time.

And he thought that she... she seemed to like him too.

Patrick stared at her intently and seriously...

"... Christina, don't refuse me."