My billionaire husband spoils me too much novel Chapter 129

"Mr. Hopkins, you're coming..."

The door to the top floor of Fire Club was opened, and a man walked in slowly. Ignoring the flattering voices around him, he raised his eyes and looked around, and walked directly to the semicircular bar on the east side.

"Patrick, is Grandpa coming with the other shareholders?"

As soon as Barbara turned around, she saw the man walking toward her and asked with a smile.

"Grandpa doesn't like bars," Patrick replied faintly. Before the words were out of his mouth, he suddenly frowned and lowered his voice. "What happened to your hand?"

Patrick stared fixedly at Christina's hand. But Christina immediately hid her hands behind her back.

"What's going on?"

How could Patrick let her go so easily? He looked at the woman with dark eyes and grabbed her right hand, which was wrapped in white gauze.

"Nothing."

Christina did not want to explain and tried to withdrew her hand, but Patrick clasped her wrist.

"Her palms are a little bruised," Charles said innocently. He had known that Patrick would blame him, so he took a sip from his glass and did not forget to emphasize, "Christina hurt herself."

Patrick deliberately pressed his finger on the wound. Christina strained her face as stinging pain came from the wound and her brow furrowed a little, which made Patrick even more irritated.

"I've told you this morning to wait and I would send someone to pick you up. You didn't listen to me."

"It's because of me." Barbara smiled awkwardly and she wasn't expected that Patrick would become angry so easily.

"Patrick, don't blame Christina. She was holding me up, so her palm hit the fire-sensitive metal buckle on the floor..."

"I'd love to."

Christina, not knowing what mood she was in, darkened her face and muttered.

It means that her injury had nothing to do with him, nor did she need Barbara to intercede for her.

"Christina!"

Patrick's face was a little gloomy. He bent down, put his hands on her shoulders, and pressed his lips against her ears. He said angrily, "How many times have I told you not to flaunt your superiority."

"I didn't hurt my son."

Christina's first thought was that she was pregnant and raised her head rather proudly, adding, "I reacted quickly and immediately half crouched down and propped myself up on the floor with one hand, I wouldn't let my son have an accident."

Patrick looked sideways at her and was so angry that she dared to show a smug look on her face.

"Christina, you're very proud, huh?" He was angry but laughed out loud.

He simply sat next to her and pulled her down on his lap. He put his left hand around her abdomen and raised his right hand to deliberately ruffle her hair on her forehead.

"Hey, don't mess up my hair."

"It looks no different than usual..."

"That's because you don't appreciate it. I'm obviously prettier than usual tonight." Christina was not modest at all.

Patrick laughed and said nothing more.

A little depressed and with her hair mussed on her forehead, Christina simply rubbed against his shoulder.

She did pick out some clothes and get a haircut to attend his party today, trying to impress his senior staff and friends, but it didn't seem necessary. Those people didn't dare to come.

"Patrick, if your wife changes her clothes and hairstyle, you have to praise her, or I have the right to be angry with you." Christina recently read a lot of articles about how men and women get along.

"Then remember to remind me." Patrick was obliging.

Dissatisfied, Christina punched him in the chest with her right hand. "That will be meaningless if you need me to remind you."

Patrick was punched by her, but it didn't hurt at all. He didn't understand what a woman was thinking about. It was hard for him to understand. He felt helpless. "You're the same every day. You don't have to dress up deliberately."

Barbara grabbed half a glass of red wine from the bar and couldn't help but look over at them. She lowered her eyes, pursed her lips tightly, raised her glass, and drank it all in one gulp.

"By the way, Barbara, a Fire Club staff said you were running in the hallway..."

Charles curiously chatted with her. "Are you chasing someone who dares to steal your wallet?"

Barbara was stunned by his question and put down the glass in her hand.

With sadness on her face, she murmured, "I saw a figure that looked like him just now, so..."

"You mean you see Derek here at Fire Club?"

"I think I have the wrong person."

The bartender filled Barbara with half a glass of red wine. She picked it up and took another big gulp, feeling a little upset and depressed.

"Don't go online and read those posts that are meaningless at all."

Patrick and Christina did not hear their conversation. Christina was scolded by him, her face bulging with anger and remaining silent.

Charles felt a little pleased when he saw that Christina was deflated. This demon girl just needed to be dealt with.

But he suddenly remembered something else. "Patrick, there is one thing I want to talk about..."

With that, Charles stood up from the chair at the bar with a serious expression on his face. "That video..."

When Patrick saw Charles, he gave a hint to Christina to move from his legs and naturally put her back into the chair. He approached Charles and the two men headed towards the French window on the other side in tacit agreement.

"It was the day when you had a car accident and Christina was taken to the hospital in advance by a man and they were caught on a video. I was going to send it to you, but that night, my computer was hacked and all the data were gone..."

Christina looked over at them. She could not hear what they were talking about, but from a distance, Patrick's face was a little gloomy. Probably he was in a bad mood.

"Christina, I heard you install a bug in Patrick's phone?"

Barbara also glanced at the two men in the distance, but she quickly withdrew her gaze, with a habitual smile on her face, as if asking her casually.

But when Christina heard her ask about it, she felt a little conflicted.

The last time Patrick found out that she had secretly installed a bug, he scolded her mercilessly.

"Don't mind, I'm just curious because almost no one can do these things to Patrick..." Barbara looked at her and said with a chuckle, "How did you come up with that? It's really interesting."?

"I bought it online. It can be controlled remotely, and can conduct anti-reconnaissance."

Christina was sad. The bug cost her three thousand dollars, but it was broken by Patrick.

"No, I didn't ask where you bought it," Barbara picked up the wine glass at the bar again and thoughtfully swirled the fragrant red wine, saying in a slow tone.

"I just wanted to say, how dare you install this on Patrick's phone? Don't you know that your behavior... is betrayal?" Her tone was sarcastic.

Christina frowned, looking straight back to her look of contempt. Was she contemptuous of my mistakes?

"Christina, don't you know what you did wrong... Have you heard of the werewolf story?"

Barbara's extremely calm tone sounded very cold. "It is said that werewolf is a very powerful and mysterious species. They are ferocious and violent, but there are exceptions... Once they fall in love with someone, they will kneel and raise their heads to show their lifelong loyalty."

"I heard that when a werewolf raises his neck, it means that he is willing to show his fatal weakness, and some people will take the opportunity to kill him with a sharp blade." In the end, Barbara's voice went even colder.

The person you love the most will give you the most fatal injury. This kind of injury is equivalent to betrayal.

Christina's heart trembled as she listened and her eyes widened slightly at Barbara.

Immediately, she lowered her head and did not look at Barbara again, but concerned.

No wonder Patrick was so angry that day.

"But I just want to get closer to him..."