My billionaire husband spoils me too much novel Chapter 130

"What's wrong?"

Patrick gazed down at the woman in front of him. She was obviously unhappy.

Christina glanced at him and lowered her head in silence.

"By the way, didn't Chandler say he was coming over? I haven't seen him in years..." Barbara suddenly asked with a stiff smile on her face.

Charles answered, "You surly haven't seen Chandler for long. His son is already five now."

"His child must be very gentle and handsome."

Hearing that, Patrick said calmly, "Chandler will come with that child today..."

Though Patrick was indifferent, he liked that smart kid.

Charles also liked that kid and smiled merrily. "Barbara, when you see that little boy whose name is Geoffrey, you will definitely like him. He looks as innocent as Chandler, but in fact, very cunning and scheming."

As they were talking about the past, Christina sat quietly by their side. She did not say anything, as she couldn't really have an opinion on it.

"Perhaps that woman would come as well. Forget it. It's a rare chance for us to get together. That kind of people will just spoil the fun." Charles spoke directly, a bit irritated.

"After all, she's Chandler's wife, and Geoffrey's mother. Charles, don't look so bothered."

Barbara exhorted her, raising the glass in her hand and clinking it joyfully with him.

Christina couldn't understand what they were talking about, but Chandler's wife didn't seem to be very welcomed by Charles's words.

"Wanna go home?" The man beside her said in a low voice.

She was stunned and a little dull.

She looked at Patrick holding her right wrapped hand. He rubbed her wound with slight pressure, but it was more like a stroke.

Although she didn't understand their conversation and their past, at least he didn't leave her alone.

"No, I was thinking that you do have a lot of friends." Suddenly, her tone was a little awkward.

She really didn't understand Patrick's life, let alone his circle.

This so-called orientation aimed to expand Barbara's domestic connections. There were several senior executives who had appeared on television and some rich businessmen. These people were mostly here for Patrick's sake.

When Patrick heard her words, he smiled. "Why, do you think I have no friend..."

Then he added, "I asked them to bring their wives and children over today. If you feel bored, you can chat with those women."

Perhaps it was because his eyes were focused and indulgent, her cheeks were a little red as she murmured, "I'm not familiar with them."

"If you like, they will try to familiarize themselves with you instead." Patrick's tone was firm and disdainful.

Everything you wanted would come true.

"Oh."

Christina was a little confused, and she answered absent-mindedly.

Patrick seemed to like to see her freeze up when she went blank.

He was in a good mood. He put his hand around her waist, pulled her body to his chest and leaned his head against her shoulder.

Christina was so tightly held by him that she was a little embarrassed. There were so many people watching them.

But Patrick behind her did not seem to mind it at all. His head rested on her shoulder and he rubbed his thin lips against her earlobe occasionally.

All of a sudden, Christina's ears turned red.

At this moment, two men on the left came over with wine glasses in their hands. They glanced at each other in surprise. All the business people were extremely sophisticated and did not dare to disturb them.

With a smile on his face, he clinked glasses with Charles and others. "Why didn't I see anyone from the Fishers today..."

"You the Hopkinses, the Shepherds, and the Fishers from F City have always been in good relations with one another, but seemingly you have seldom been together in the past few years. I heard that next month is Mrs. Fisher's 50th birthday. Charles, will you come?"

"That old witch!"

Charles and Barbara were greeting each other, while Christina faintly heard them mentioning "Mrs. Fisher". She felt angry.

"Did she offend you?" Patrick rarely saw his wife so indignant and hateful.

Christina grimaced and thought of something terrible. She wanted to say something, but suddenly Patrick's phone rang.

After he answered the phone, his face became a little solemn.

"Chandler has something urgent to deal with. He's not coming." After a while, Patrick hung up his phone and said calmly.

"What's wrong?"

Charles raised his eyebrows slightly. They knew that Chandler was very punctual. He rarely broke his promise. "Did something happen to him?"

Patrick's face darkened, but he didn't say much.

"Don't tell me, it's that woman again. I really don't understand why Chandler has been holding her back..." Charles seemed to have guessed something and his voice was a little angry.

Christina didn't know what he was angry about, but she felt a little guilty when she heard him say that.

She herself had a tantrum with Patrick a few days ago.

"You are different from her." He whispered with a low voice in her ear.

Christina was curious about what unbearable things Chandler's wife had done.

"I'll have a good chat with Erica when I have time." Barbara said in a low voice with a thoughtful look in her eyes.

Charles snorted angrily. "Barbara, remember to tell the woman to cherish what she has. If she really dares to go out and cheat on Chandler, though he wants to bear her for their son, we won't stand it anymore."

Charles hated Chandler for marrying that woman back home. When they got married, she liked to compare herself to other women in her friend circle. Chandler bought jewelry and houses for her and finally she hated the Stephenson Family for being less powerful than Hopkins Family.

Over the past few years, She complained that Chandler has been too busy with work to accompany her or not pay attention to her, and she had affairs with some deceptive handsome boys outside.

Chandler was indeed a gentle man, but he had his own bottom line...

"Go back."

Patrick's face darkened when he heard these trivial things. He hugged the woman beside him and stood up.

Christina had no problem. She politely said goodbye to Charles and Barbara and left side by side with him.

When she entered the elevator, Christina suddenly remembered that Crystal had said that she would come to the Fire Club. But as she was leaving now, Crystal had not shown up.

"Where are you? I'm going home." She took her phone from her bag and quickly called Crystal.

To Christina's surprise, there seemed to be something wrong with Crystal's side. She was a little anxious. "I was downstairs at the Fire Club... A man suddenly shoved a five-year-old boy to me and asked me to take care of him. The parents of the child were quarreling..."

"Hold on, what's going on?"

Christina frowned and she was hung up.

They had already exited the elevator and reached the underground parking lot. Patrick turned to look at her. "What's wrong?"

"Maybe my friend's phone is out of charge."

Christina guessed that although she didn't quite understand what Crystal was saying, she would be fine.

"Patrick, something's wrong."

Another elevator door opened and Barbara ran out anxiously. "Erica just called me in tears and said Chandler was going to kill her..."

When Patrick heard her say this, he immediately thought of Chandler's angry voice on the phone and frowned.

"I'm coming over now..."

Patrick took the car keys and quickly opened the door.

He almost subconsciously turned to look at Christina, but she stood still with a frozen expression.

Barbara already sat in the passenger seat and said with an urgent voice, "Patrick, hurry up. Chandler only listens to you. Let's go and have a look."

Christina just looked at them. For a moment, she really didn't know if she should go with them, and if yes, where should she sit.

To see someone else sitting in the passenger seat of her husband's car was really awkward...

Did she do it intentionally or unintentionally?