My billionaire husband spoils me too much novel Chapter 147

"Thank you..."

Christina took what he handed over and did not look at him again.

She turned around and walked away side by side with the man beside her.

Cory stood rooted to the spot, looking at the two figures who were leaving away. He looked gloomy, pursing his lips tightly, and was about to say something.

But his words wouldn't work.

He felt bitter.

"Patrick, how much do you know her better than I do..." He muttered in anger.

"What's in the box?"

Patrick and Christina got into the car. He frowned and looked out of the window with a complicated look. Christina did not speak, and they were both quiet.

The car drove smoothly back to his house, but the driver felt the atmosphere in the car was serious.

Trembling, he looked up at the rearview mirror and saw that their young master looked gloomy, while the woman lowered her head with excitement, looking at the contents of her little wooden box without paying attention to the bad mood of the man beside her.

"What are these..."

Patrick turned his head and glanced that Christina was holding some objects in that small wooden box. They did not look like valuables and were old and yellow.

However, Christina carefully examined the objects in her box with both hands. She was careful and treasured them very much.

"Nothing."

She looked at him in a daze, and a strange look of guilt flashed across her face. She immediately packed up her things.

The car continued to move steadily and rapidly. They didn't have much to talk about, and suddenly the car quieted down again.

Patrick narrowed his eyes and stared at her for a while.

He thought she would ask about Cory's appearance and what the two men were talking about, but to his surprise, she didn't. She frowned and was a little absent-minded.

Christina's mind was indeed a little confused, and she glanced at the small wooden box on her right from time to time as if she was reminiscing about something in the past.

In fact, he didn't know her that well...

Thinking of this, Patrick was annoyed and turned his head, staring at the speeding back outside the car window with a disturbed mind.

There was a strange silence in the car when suddenly a phone rang.

Christina was startled. She took the vibrating phone out of her bag and looked at the caller ID. Suddenly, she hesitated.

"Your aunt called."

Patrick looked back and saw her look hesitant. He reminded her in a deep voice.

"I know, I know."

Christina responded, glancing away from him, her voice tinged with nervousness. She immediately pressed the answer button.

"I just went to the sanatorium..."

"I'm on the highway now. They said you went out. Who are you going out with?"

She was talking on the phone with Betty. Patrick pursed his lips and looked at her, feeling that Christina acted weirdly.

"Auntie, how are you doing recently?"

Christina greeted her aunt as usual, but the next second, she looked surprised, raised her voice, and asked, "What?"

"Your heart surgery is over. Why didn't the sanatorium inform me?" As she spoke, she turned to Patrick with a puzzled look.

Patrick could hear what they were talking about on the phone. Faced with Christina's bewildered expression, he frowned too.

"Did you arrange..." Christina naturally remembered that his family had promised to help her aunt with her illness.

Patrick did not answer, but his face became gloomier.

"Christina, you don't have to worry about me anymore. The surgery was successful. I asked the sanatorium to keep it a secret for me," Betty told her with a smile.

"I wanted to tell you in person, but you've been too busy to come over for the past six months... There's a great doctor here..."