My billionaire husband spoils me too much novel Chapter 138

"You made it yourself?"

Patrick suddenly asked and looked at the woman beside him. A slight smile appeared on his face as if he didn't believe it.

Christina suddenly regretted making these things. She thought they wouldn't like them anyway.

She replied hesitantly, "Yes."

"Such an ugly one. It's definitely limited. A unique one."

Charles muttered in a low voice, but there was not much disdain in his words. Christina turned to look at him sideways, and the two of them stared at each other childishly.

Patrick sat quietly, looking thoughtfully at the rich expressions on their faces, frowning slightly and thinking about something.

Old Master Mr. Hopkins did not say a word. He put down his teacup and looked at Christina for a long time. Then he turned around and told the housekeeper to cut up the Chinese rice-pudding and bring over the bowls and chopsticks for everyone to taste.

Actually, when Christina heard the Old Master speak, she was a little surprised.

Ever since Patrick's car accident, the Old Master had been a little against her, and his attitude towards her was obviously cold and distant.

"What do you think?"

"Patrick, this... Originally, it was a triangular shape, and then it wasn't wrapped properly. It wasn't fully cooked the first time, and when I saw rice leaking out, I simply rounded it up..." Christina was embarrassed.

The unique round-shaped Chinese rice-pudding on the table was cut into small pieces by the maid. Patrick put a small piece into his mouth with his chopsticks and did not speak for a long time.

"How does it taste?"

Christina moved closer to him, her voice a little nervous.

"Very well." Patrick put down his chopsticks and touched her head with some comfort.

Christina was very excited. This was her first time making it. It meant that she probably had the potential to be a good wife.

Charles rolled his eyes at her excitement. For safety's sake, he picked the smallest piece and tasted it.

"Patrick, you can't mislead her."

Charles showed a bitter face, and he drank as much water as he could. It was indeed cooked, but Christina put so much salt in it, so it was so salty.

"No one asked you to eat." Christina habitually retorted him.

Charles didn't want to be polite to her. He just wanted to mock her poor cooking, but Patrick said, "Go to the kitchen and get me a glass of juice."

Christina raised her eyebrows. She knew that Patrick was trying to let her leave so she went to the kitchen indifferently.

However, Christina did not expect Barbara to follow her into the kitchen, as if she had something to tell her.

"What do you want to say?"

Christina turned to look at the capable woman in front of her who was still wearing a custom-made expensive suit and asked directly.

Barbara looked at her bright eyes and was a little stunned.

Then she chuckled. "I probably know why Patrick likes you..." She paused, but the smile on her face was weird.

"A simple-minded woman will make him feel relaxed, but it will also make him feel tired... You will drag him down because you can't help anything..."

Christina was a little angry and interrupted her in a heavy voice. "Miss Parker, don't talk so much to me. I'm not smart and I don't understand what you say."

Christina stressed the words " not smart". She hated this woman's arrogant attitude.

"I'm sorry. I guess I just got transferred back to China recently, so I'm used to teaching new people."

Barbara's apologetic tone sounded sincere, and her smiling face was very amiable. "I almost forgot that even Patrick usually didn't scold you. You must hate it. I really didn't mean to."

Christina pursed her lips and did not speak.

Was this woman pretending to be like this? She really couldn't tell.

"By the way, Christina, I actually need you to do me a favor." She took a step forward and held Christina's arm very naturally, like a close friend. "It was the last time in the hotel lobby... Erica has been in a bad mood recently, so she said some nasty things on impulse. I hope you don't take it seriously."

"Oh, that woman, Chandler's wife." Christina thought. She was furious at the thought and gritted her teeth. "She said that I wanted to get the order so I slept with the client and then, unfortunately, I was pregnant."

As she spoke, Christina withdrew her hand and took half a step back. She didn't bother to act.

Her tone was cold. "Miss Parker, finish your sentence. I'm not as smart as you guys. Is something wrong with your best friend Erica? Seriously, don't ask me to help. I will just mock at it."

Barbara's face darkened. Christina had been so straight that she did not know how to continue for a moment.

"You know, Erica is Chandler's wife, and they have a five-year-old son between them. It's not easy to form a family, so I think it would be immoral if they were divorced just because of Erica's words that day."

"Erica scolded me. Why do you think I'm immoral?"

Christina felt a little ridiculous and looked at her directly. "What does it have to do with me whether they get divorced or not..."

"Patrick put pressure on Chandler. The Stephenson Family offered to sever ties with Erica... I want you to tell Patrick not to..." Barbara's voice was filled with complicated feelings.

Christina was a little surprised, but Patrick did hear Erica's bad word that day. She could suffer Erica's criticizing, but she couldn't let others scold her son.

"Why me, Miss Parker? You've always known him very well, right?"

All of a sudden, Christina wanted to vent some of her recent resentment. "Why don't you go talk to him? I don't really have anything to do with Patrick."