My billionaire husband spoils me too much novel Chapter 171

"Let's sit there for a while."

Walking out of the Fishers's banquet hall, it was already 9 pm. The evening breeze was a little chilly.

The banquet lights behind them shone brightly in the dark night. As soon as they stepped out of the Fishers's gate, the vision became open wide and the light gradually dimmed. The violin music behind also weakened.

Far away from the obsequious and worldly noise at the banquet, their heart also quieted down with this silent night.

Christina stopped in front of the Fishers's gate and looked around. There were flower nurseries on both sides, and the parking lot was behind the villa of the Fishers.

the Fishers's birthday party was especially grand, with many distinguished guests from business and political circles invited. Some cars being even parked outside the wall, the surrounding roads looked a little crowded.

Even for leaving, Christina and others had to wait for a while for the bodyguards to pick up the car.

"There are a few stone chairs over the pool. Let's sit there for a while."

Thinking that she had to wait anyway, Christina let go of Patrick's hand in a good mood and went straight to the right rear of the Fishers villa excitedly.

She curiously looked at the plants around and suddenly thought of the past. She raised her voice and muttered, "By the way, there are two cantaloupe vines planted behind the rockery. I don't know if they will bear fruit this year..."

Looking at the woman's brisk pace in the front, she seemed to be in a good mood all of a sudden.

Patrick followed her with a slight frown. In the back garden of the Fishers at night, there was dim orange streetlights. The dim light made the night quieter.

the Fishers was not as grand as the Hopkinses, but the Hopkinses was too big. Just a corner of lotus pond in the Hopkinses qualified for shooting terrifying scenes was always disliked by Christina. But here, she seemed to like it very much...

She was rather familiar with the Fishers.

Patrick stopped. He was standing right under a streetlight. In the dim yellow light, he stared at the woman in the front, with his eyes becoming increasingly suspicious...

"Christina, what are you doing there?"

Charles followed them curiously. Seeing Christina's sneaky behavior, he couldn't help but complain.

She bent over and squatted behind the rockery, fiddling with the vines with great interest. "Wait a minute, wait a minute..."

Soon, however, Christina popped her head out of the tangled vines. With a dark face, she cursed unhappily in the quiet back garden.

"Bastard, my cantaloupe vine got killed!"

Summer was the harvest season of cantaloupes. Christina was a picky eater, but she liked fruits and melons. She once buried two melon vines in the back garden of the Fishers excitedly with a flushed face, letting it grow quietly.

During that time, she ran more frequently to the Fishers. Derek's uncle, Larry, had been bullying her all the time, saying that even if it bore fruit, it wouldn't be good.

In fact, the weather was not suitable so that the fruit wouldn't even be born. Only some small flowers bloomed. She was unhappy for quite a few days, but soon, Derek put a palm-sized melon in her hand.

Derek did not like talking, but he unexpectedly told her everything about it. Roughly, it might have formed a young melon before, but it was bitten off by a damn mouse. So it failed to live on.

At that time, maybe because of her young age or some deep feelings in her heart, she felt that something was destined to be a tragedy. She was afraid of tragedy. Looking at the young melon with broken vines, she cried so inexplicably and uncontrollably that Derek was scared and didn't know what to do.

"Christina, you seem to be quite familiar with the Fishers..."

Patrick's grim face changed into a complicated expression, and even the dull Mr. Shepherd felt it was not appropriate and asked in a deep voice.

Christina shouldn't be so familiar with the Fishers.

As far as they knew, the Dickens Family in C City had no relationship or business dealings with the Fishers in F City. Larry saying those strange words just now, so they couldn't help getting upset. Looking at Christina's performance now, they felt a little agitated.

"I used to sneak here a lot when I was a kid," she said directly.

Charles didn't quite believe it. "Christina, you were too naughty. Why did you run around all day long and come to F city at such a young age?"

Christina didn't answer because she had just patted the weeds off her body and raised her head, only to find that Patrick was staring at her with a suspicious expression.

For a moment, she was stunned and did not understand the irritation on Patrick's face.

Just then, the bodyguard ran over and said the car had been waiting outside the iron gate of the Fishers.

The dim street light in the Fishers's back garden was so dazzling that Christina turned her head inadvertently and didn't look at him.

Patrick said nothing, neither. He walked to her side as usual with his right hand naturally around her waist, and led her out along the path.

Christina followed him obediently. But this time, she felt that the grip on her waist from Patrick was a little hard.

The bodyguard had already opened the car door and waited for them. A few passing friends in the business circle said with a smile, "Drive safe." Patrick still had no expression on these people as before.

Everyone had his or her own secrets. Patrick had said that she was not fit to interfere in his affairs.

So for her, the Fishers, and the name Derek, were the secrets in her heart. She was reluctant to mention it to others.

Moreover, last time when Patrick suddenly sent someone to search the hotel, she was not sure what kind of relationship he had with Derek. She admitted that she wanted to protect Derek. He was different from Patrick who was the only grandson of the Hopkinses, born to be the son of the heavens, having absolute arrogance.

Derek was just an illegitimate child often laughed at as an autistic fool. Those people always liked to bully him and take everything from him.

"the Fishers were so shameless. They had signed the agreement, but they broke their words."

Christina was extremely angry, especially when she sat in the car and the car was moving smoothly, Patrick answered Barbara's call and said, "Derek isn't in the Fishers." The woman on the other end of the phone asked hypocritically about Derek.

She glanced at the cell phone in Patrick's hand and cursed with discontent, "None of them are kind-hearted. I don't know what kind of trick Barbara is playing, neither. She just can pretend, pretend and pretend!"

She had seen Mrs. Fisher and her friends' arrogant demeanor tonight. Thinking of Barbara, the woman acting like a senior executive, Christina got really upset.

Charles couldn't help choking on her, feeling that she was very irritable tonight. "Christina, you're pregnant with internal division disorder. If you have anything to say, just say it. Don't say these weird words."

"Even if I say it, you wouldn't believe me. If I say that Barbara can't be Derek's girlfriend, do you believe me?"

Charles got stunned.

Having finished speaking, Christina turned to look at the car window angrily and ignored Charles since then.

After hanging up the phone, Patrick slightly lowered his eyes, and stared at the woman next to him. They had attended a party of the Fisher Family which was almost over, but it seemed like something had just begun.

Everyone quieted down and became upset.

The car sped along the road and soon disappeared into the night...

"She's gone..."

In the quiet night, in the corner where the lights could not illuminate, two dark shadows stood. One fat men of them cursed angrily, "She's pregnant with Patrick's child!"

It was late summer and early autumn. The night wind was a little strong, swaying the treetops in the back garden of the Fishers.

The tall and thin figure stood by the rockery. He stroked a withered and yellow melon vine with his slender white fingers, but his eyes were fixed on the direction of the Fishers's gate, chasing a car far away.

The deep blue eyes in the night looked very strange.