My billionaire husband spoils me too much novel Chapter 198

At night, the streetlights on both sides of the busy street were already on.

A silver-gray Porsche was parked quietly by the sidewalk. The driver opened the back door and waited. A man and a woman sat in the car. Both of them looked outside the window at his/her side.

It was very quiet in the car.

"Young Master Hopkins, Butler Rovy said that Hopkins family had dinner in advance tonight. If you and young madam have other arrangements, you don't have to hurry back."

The driver, who was driving, was a little nervous. He reported it seriously and looked carefully into the rearview mirror above. The young master seemed to be in a bad mood tonight.

"Go back to Hopkins family."

The man in the back seat said in a deep voice without changing his expression.

Christina, who was sitting next to him, looked out the window at the streetlights that were retreating rapidly. She had no objections, nor did she make any sound.

The people in Hopkins family knew that she and Patrick had not been getting along well recently. The butler probably wanted to create an opportunity for them, but she and Patrick were silent when being together.

It would take at least half an hour to get to Hopkins family this time. The strange atmosphere made everyone feel a little uncomfortable.

Christina leaned against the window with her right hand supporting her chin.

When she glanced over the driver's seat, she noticed that the driver was very reserved. The servants in Hopkins family seemed to be particularly afraid of Patrick.

"Grandpa and the others have dinner in advance tonight. Are they still busy with the baby's celebrating party?" She suddenly asked.

The man beside her thought for a moment and looked sideways at her cheek for a long time.

The driver finally came to his sense. Knowing that Christina was talking to him, he immediately answered in surprise.

"Yes, yes... Senior Mr. Hopkins and Butler Rovy have been preparing for the banquet for the past few days. I heard that Senior Mr. Hopkins also wants to postpone his 80th birthday next month and choose to celebrate it at the same day."

"Is grandpa going to have a banquet in Hopkins family or to a restaurant outside?" She asked naturally and without any airs.

"It has been decided. At Hopkins family's main residence. Senior Mr. Hopkins said that we haven't had a happy banquet in the Hopkins family for many years and he wanted to do it grandly. Everyone is looking forward to it..."

With these questions and answers, the atmosphere in the car was much more relaxing.

Patrick did not speak and looked straight, but he inadvertently noticed the woman's subtle expression.

In fact, his wife was indeed considerate.

Patrick looked a little depressed when thinking that she should take care of a driver's emotions.

"How many tables are grandpa going to set up? Did he invite many guests?"

Christina chatted enthusiastically and asked the driver happily.

"I don't know the exact guest list..." The driver told her truthfully and the car had arrived at the Hopkins family mansion.

"After all, the Dickens family is in-laws. Send someone to inform them in advance personally..."

As soon as they returned to the main residence, they heard Senior Mr. Hopkins's old and dignified voice before they entered the hall.

"Also, remember to invite Christina's aunt over."

"There's no need to invite Dickens family..." She approached, almost subconsciously feeling disgusted with the Dickens family.

Senior Mr. Hopkins, who was excitedly writing the invitation on the sofa, looked up and glanced at her. Christina immediately shut up.

"I'll inform my aunt myself."

She did not dare to insist on it. Senior Mr. Hopkins had been excitedly looking forward to the birth of his precious great-grandson. He even wanted to invite all people he could to have a look of his great-grandson.

But thinking of her aunt Betty, Christina was a little distressed.

She didn't bother to care about the feelings of those people in the Dickens family, but Betty was different. Because of her aunt's illness, Christina had never dared to talk about her remarriage and pregnancy.

"Junior Mrs. Hopkins, I heard that miss Eisenhower has been cured?"

The old butler came over with a stack of red invitations and placed them on the wide coffee table for Senior Mr. Hopkins. He then stood straight and asked naturally.