My billionaire husband spoils me too much novel Chapter 193

"Why is it you?"

She kept thinking of what Patrick said.

He said it slightly and sadly.

Christina looked at the blood-colored jade. She was in a daze.

"Junior Mrs. Hopkins, Mr. Shepherd is waiting for you."

Nanny Faang knocked on the door and told her gently.

Christina came back to her senses in shock and said, "Ok."

She answered and clenched the jade. She took a deep breath, tidied up her clothes and went downstairs.

"Junior Mrs. Hopkins, you will deliver the baby next month. Be careful." Nanny Faang was worried. She went downstairs with her.

Since Crystal came back, Christina had been in a bad mood. The servants of the Hopkins family didn't know what happened, but they found that Christina was depressed.

"I'll give birth to my baby next month. Why can't I know it a month later..."

She looked straight ahead and walked carefully. She whispered. Maybe only she could hear it.

"When did you meet Derek?"

Charles stood alone in the center of the first floor of the Eastern Garden. He directly asked.

Christina approached him. He was cold. When he looked at her, he was suspicious. He looked strange.

"I've known him a long time ago."

She sat on the sofa and ignored his expression.

She thought she was Charles's friend, but it seemed that she could never be his friend.

"The jade is Derek's..."

Charles looked bad. He had a lot to question her, but he stopped when he was about to say.

"There are two semicircular bloodstone. They can be a ring. I have one, and the other is Derek's."

He wanted to ask her about it, but he didn't say. Christina directly told him, "I was engaged to Derek when I was young."

"You! How dare you?"

Charles suddenly changed his expression and scolded her angrily.

He could guess it. But how dare she say it clearly? He was angry about her attitude and her words.

"What's going on?"

"Christina, why do you make it complicated? Don't you know the relationship between Derek and Patrick? The members of the Fisher family are cowards. If Patrick doesn't owe Derek, he has nothing to worry about."

"Patrick owes him a life. How could he..."

It was hard for Charles to say it. He strode forward and grabbed her shoulder. He gritted his teeth and asked her loudly.

"Patrick married you and you are pregnant with his baby. How could he face..."

How could he face Derek?

Charles knew that he shouldn't be angry with her.

But he could nothing else. He could not stop them.

"Christina, why is it you?"

Charles was depressed and upset. He let go of her and lowered his head to yell at her.

She was calm on the sofa with no expression. When Charles scolded her, she didn't refute him.

"Why is it you?"

He asked it too.

Patrick returned the jade calmly. He didn't lose his temper or break it. He was so calm. He was not like what he used to be.

She was nervous in front of him. He didn't speak. Christina felt that his hands were cool.

She wanted to say something but she couldn't speak.

Patrick turned around. He opened the door and left.

He went away step by step.

Maybe it was dim in the corridor, so he looked lonely.

She clutched the jade, which was rare. No matter how hard she held it, it was cool. Suddenly, Christina looked outside in a daze.

After that night, she never saw him again.

Patrick didn't go back home. They didn't know where he was.

Did he want to escape from it?

Maybe he didn't know...

"What exactly do you want to do?"

There was a house in the remote suburb where F City marches with C City. There were weeds everywhere. It rained before, so the path was muddy. And the trees on the mountains were almost all cut down. Only a few trees could be seen.

There was a simple quadrangle here. The moss grew on the walls and the roof was dilapidated.

Creak.

The old heavy wooden door was opened. Nobody came here for many years.

The furniture in the house was dusty.

Although they were decrepit, they were high-quality wooden goods from the exquisite cravings. The house was low-key and not noisy, and the owner's temperament could be told from it.

A man stood quietly in front of a wall on the left of the hall. The photo frames were hung on the wall in order.

The photos were blurred by the rain except for one phone in which two brothers patted each other on the shoulder. They were dignified, but they looked intimate in their favorite military uniform. They were Damon and Pythias.

The man raised his hand to wipe the dust off the photo with his fair and slender fingers.

Patrick was at the gate, but he was not willing to step in the house.

Patrick looked complicated. He stared at the man. The man was as quiet as before. He was recalling his past from his blue eyes.

Patrick knew that the man was thinking of Christina.

They lived here when they were young.

It was General Eisenhower's residence and Derek's grandfather lived here. Derek knew Christina when he was a boy.

"Derek, I didn't know..."

Patrick's low and deep voice echoed in the deserted house, "I didn't know your relationship with Christina."

"I went back to A City at the year my father died. I knew that you went to C City..."

He went to C City to kill time, but he didn't know that Derek went there for a girl.

And he stayed there as a teaching assistant for half a year for her.

It seemed that Patrick was explaining or emphasizing something.

If he knew it, would he be with Christina...

He didn't know.

He didn't know it himself.

But Christina was his wife and was pregnant with his baby.

"Derek, what exactly do you want to do?"