My billionaire husband spoils me too much novel Chapter 156

Actually, Christina didn't go too far.

She walked out of the room, her back against the wall. She lowered her head with a complicated expression and she stood like this.

Unreasonable...

She was deliberately being unreasonable just now in the room.

She frowned, and her heartbeat lost the rhythm. She was nervous with her hands slightly closed, ...

"Christina... You..."

After a while, the door was opened again. As soon as the man came out, he was surprised that she was still here.

Hearing the low voice, Christina raised her head and looked at him.

Patrick's short hair was a little messy because of his quick steps. He looked straight at the woman in front of him, lost in thought.

She looked at his deep eyes and opened her mouth. She wanted to say something, but she stopped.

She took a big step forward, spread out her hands, and wrapped them around his waist. Without saying anything, she buried her face in his chest, hiding the guilt in her eyes.

She was just being unreasonable. She bet that he would come after her.

"Patrick..."

At this moment, not knowing what to say, she suddenly whispered his name, "Patrick..."

The voice was low and soft as if he had done something wrong, and the voice was muffled in his chest.

Patrick's original anger was inexplicably depressed and he did not know who to be angry with.

As his waist was hugged so tightly by her, he lowered his head to look at the woman's side face, which showed that she was apologetic. It made him felt angry and funny at the same time.

Then the general manager of the hotel and several service staff also came out.

As soon as they came out, they saw Christina hugging their big boss and acting like a spoiled child. They were all very smart at the moment. They nodded at Patrick and quickly left quietly.

Patrick did not push her away, but felt that she was a little strange.

She was not usually so obedient and clingy.

Christina didn't look up, but she could hear the footsteps of the hotel staff leaving. Her face rubbed against his chest a few times before she hesitated and said, "Patrick, are you looking for..." Who was he looking for?

As soon as she spoke, she raised her voice and said in a hurry, "What have you been up to lately?"

She raised her head, her clear eyes fixed on the man much taller than her.

Patrick looked at the woman in his arms for a second and raised his eyebrows slightly. He was having this feeling that she was acting weird.

He didn't answer her. He reached out to grab her shoulder and smoothed her hair. "Go down to the lobby and eat something."

Christina was naturally led to the elevator by him, as if Patrick only thought that her arguing and being jealous in the room just now was just a joke.

Just as Christina stepped into the elevator, she glanced unconsciously in the direction of the suite.

Eric was still in the room...

Why did he suddenly appear here?

Did Patrick have so many people to look for him?

Christina couldn't figure it out. She lowered her head and followed the man beside her down the hotel lobby.

But there was one thing she was sure of. Tomorrow was Mrs. Fisher's birthday party. Since he was in F City, Eric should be there tomorrow.

"He might return to the Fishers tomorrow."

They were having dinner in the lobby when Charles rushed over and asked Patrick to discuss some private matters on the balcony.

"the Fishers still don't know about Derek waking up..." Charles paused, with a meaningful look.

"After he stay in the Seattle Hospital for so many years, many things have changed. Mrs. Fisher will definitely announce tomorrow that she will hand over the company to her two sons-in-law..."

Derek probably wouldn't get anything when he returned to the Fisher Family.

After all, he was just a bastard, and Mrs. Fisher hated Derek so much. Taking advantage of his disappearance all these years, she absolutely wanted to devastate him.

Charles sighed helplessly. "Fortunately, Derek has never been interested in the power and wealth..."

What was Derek interested in? To be honest, his good friends didn't know, or maybe there was nothing he was interested in.

Patrick stood aside, not saying a word, but looking straight ahead at the deep sky, where the starlight was scattered. The night was a bit cold.

"Patrick," Charles called to him with a puzzled expression and asked, "Why do you think he's hiding from us after he woke up?"

According to their understanding, Derek was so quiet that he would never say a word more than necessary.

He didn't pay much attention to others, as if he didn't care about anyone or anything.

However, if someone said that the Fishers's grandson was an autistic fool, that was because he didn't understand him. Charles thought that the strange brain of Derek was simply like a super computer. With more than 200 IQ, he was surprisingly good in memory and logics.

Like his deep blue eyes, he surprised others a lot. Sometimes such a detached person really was not like a mortal for being so excellent.

"I don't think he wants to see us. Why?" Charles couldn't figure it out.

"I don't know."

Patrick said three words coldly, as if he was a little agitated and didn't want to talk about this topic anymore. He stepped forward and walked towards Christina.

Charles didn't have dinner tonight, so he just sat down with them and naturally followed them, but he still kept nagging with a sigh, "I don't know how to contact him..."

It was indeed not easy to find Derek.

"Christina, what are you texting?"

As soon as he sat down, Charles glanced at Christina's phone and saw that the woman had sent messages to a WhatsApp user named 'Sleeping Beauty' with a serious expression.

When Christina saw them coming back, she blocked the screen with her right hand and pretended to be casual. "Nothing."

Charles smiled mischievously and teased her. "I've seen it. Christina, why are you asking that person where he's been all these years and what's going on? Who is it? Hmm... Are you doing something immoral behind his back?"

Hearing this, Christina stuffed her phone into her jacket pocket, acting a little hasty.

"Charles, don't be so gossipy. You are really a tragedy for whoever marries you in the future?"

Once they sat down, neither of them could be quiet.

Charles glared at her angrily. "Christina, I am telling you. There are many women who want to marry me. They can line up from here to A City..."

Patrick used to threaten Mr. Shepherd with his eyes when he saw them making a scene, but tonight he seemed preoccupied, frowning and ignoring them.

Christina and Charles had a tacit understanding in their bickering. At the same time, they raised their eyebrows and looked at Patrick, who was deep in thought. Then they both calmed down.

"Why don't you eat?"

The three of them ate without much to say, but Christina noticed that the man beside her seemed to have no appetite. He only ate a few vegetables and put down his chopsticks.

"... Finish the soup."

Patrick looked up at her and reminded her.

"They might have mistaken someone, so don't worry too much..."

Charles suddenly said something to him. Seeing that Patrick was a little grim, he shrugged and changed the subject. "I heard that Barbara was in the hospital. Let's go and see her."