My billionaire husband spoils me too much novel Chapter 181

Patrick hasn't come out of the bathroom yet...

Christina sat by the bed and idly scanned through the news with her phone.

After a few clicks on the screen, she opened the browser and searched the keywords 'how to chase the mistress away'.

In less than a second, a lot of related web pages appeared, and she entered a forum to read some passages.

A woman in this city had just posted a new post, and there were a lot of people showing interest.

The woman said in the post that she had a very close friend. Her friend was a nerd, and she lived by herself so she dressed more casually at home. But tonight, the woman and her husband would go to her apartment for dinner together. Unexpectedly, her best friend was wearing a light gray shirt, but she didn't wear bra.

Christina was excited to see this part, and she immediately thought of Barbara being drenched in the rain tonight, and her clothes became transparent.

Other people started to ask the woman curiously, "Is your best friend's shirt penetrable?"

The woman replied, "Yes, we can see right through her shirt? My husband was embarrassed. And she has big breasts. We can see clear about her... under the light! I'm embarrassed as well. I don't know if she wore it on purpose or if she's used to it."

Onlooker number one, "knowing that there are outsiders at home, there is a man! I think she should wear properly."

Onlooker number two, "To be honest, I'm also a Otaku girl. Now that I'm used to not wearing underwear. It's really painful for me to be strangled at the breast. If it were me, I might not be willing to wear them either. "

Number one immediately replied to number two, "You have a problem with your three outlooks. Her best friend doesn't even wear underwear in front of her husband. This is simply hooking up with her husband in front of her. If you aren't retarded, you should know the basic etiquette."

Number two was reprimanded and provoked, "What do you mean? You said I was retarded, you are retarded!"

Christina was shocked, gossiping about everyone's replies, and then she saw a very imposing reply.

An anonymous onlooker was furious and write down a sentence, "bah, scheming bitch!"

"It seems that everyone is very sensitive to these things." Christina sighed. She felt like she had found many people who could understand her.

After reading a dozen comments, her hand felt a little sore by holding the phone.

Suddenly, she found that Patrick had been in the bathroom for almost 30 minutes. He usually wouldn't spend so much time in the shower.

"What was he doing inside?" Christina was confused.

She then put down her phone and stood stealthily in front of the bathroom door with her ears pressed against the door. She could not hear the sound of the shower. She was always feeling uneasy and called out hesitantly, "Patrick..."

He didn't answer her.

Her heart beat fast due to the worry, and she then tried to open the door but it was locked.

Knock, knock, knock... She slammed the door so hard, "Patrick!"

"What is it?"

A husky voice came from inside, and she stopped pounding on the door. She stared at the door in a daze, feeling relieved. Just then, she was really scared.

Hesitantly, she said, "I, I've noticed you stayed in there for so long... Didn't you say you couldn't stay in the bathroom for too long?" She was a little awkward.

She stood in front of the bathroom for a while before he replied, "I'll be out in a second."

But he didn't open the door.

She frowned and glared at the door that she couldn't open.

He forced her not to lock the door when she was in the shower. But why did he lock the door? And usually when she stood outside, he would come out and open the door for her...

"What was he doing inside?" She couldn't help but wonder.

"What are you doing standing here?"

Just as she was wondering if she wanted to kick the door open, the door was opened. She raised her head in a daze. Patrick was standing in front of her in a dark blue bathrobe.

"I, I want to go to the bathroom..." She said with a guilty conscience.

After saying that, Christina hated that she couldn't even make a proper lie. There were two bathrooms in their bedroom.

"It's almost 1: 00 at night."

He reminded her. She pursed her lips and wanted to say something, but he took a deep breath and dragged her towards the bed.

"Patrick, you..." What's wrong with you?

She wanted to ask, but he wouldn't want to say...

She frowned and lay on her side on the bed with her back to him. She had just noticed that there was a lot of sweat on his forehead.

"Hey, why are looking in on my phone!"

She was embarrassed to find that the man beside her was holding her cell phone. He sat by the bed, looking at the screen with a strange expression, and then looking at her.

"This is my privacy. Give my phone back, give it back..." Christina stretched out her hand and snatched it back.

"Mistress?" Patrick looked at her and suddenly laughed.

He just wanted to check her text message, but she logged into a forum and was in the mood to chat with a group of netizens.

"Patrick, do you think I'm petty and jealous of Barbara?"

She saw that he had returned to his normal expression and hesitated for a while. She didn't want to sleep anyway and asked him some questions.

He raised his eyebrows and looked at her curling up and holding a thin blanket.

As long as it didn't involve anything confidential, he was actually willing to explain to her. "Barbara is just a staff in the company..."

"But she is very familiar with the people of Hopkins Family."

Anyway, it was started, so Christina didn't hesitate to say it directly.

"Brianna is a little autistic. Barbara is very patient. Brianna likes her, but that's all." His explanation was simple.

Christina did not expect he was willing to tall her so much. Tonight, he was really strange, but his explanation somehow made her feel petty about herelf.

She lifted the blanket and buried her head dejectedly.

"Forget it, Barbara is very patient, she's capable to accompany you to all kinds of social and business matters. But I'm useless and fat, I'm not worthy of you."

He also lay down and pulled down her blanket in case she had difficulties breathing.

He found that his wife had become more and more concerned about her figure and appearance since she became pregnant.

"You're not pregnant. You don't even know how I feel. My whole body is swollen..." She was angry and dispirited. How unfair!

Patrick, of course, could not understand her feelings, especially his wife always thought differently from other women. She had more complicated thought.

Seeing her grim face, he was about to comfort her.

"The people out there say I'm not good enough for you, that I'm not considerate enough, that I'm not as good as Barbara!"

She suddenly rolled over and glared at him, grinding her teeth with resentment. "Patrick, no matter how I become, I'll always be your wife! Never think about cheating on me!"

He was stunned and looked at her angry expression.

It seemed that there was no need to say those comforting words. The next second, he looked at her with a smile in his cold eyes and then burst into laugher.