My billionaire husband spoils me too much novel Chapter 396

Ray punched and kicked Patrick, who was lying on the edge of the cliff, crazily. Patrick never let go, nor did he say a word, not even cried in pain.

When he found the opportunity, he quickly turned sideways and kicked Ray's injured leg hard with his right foot. Ray's huge body fell into the snow.

Ray tried to get up several times. He was exhausted. Finally, he fainted and stopped moving.

Above the cliff, Patrick immediately sped up and dragged Christina up.

Christina kept silent. She did not move, nor did she shout for him to let go.

This desolate and cold snow-capped mountain was incomparably silent.

She was hanging on the edge of the cliff, unable to find the force point, surrounded by snow.

She could only let him drag her hard.

But Christina knew that the steel knife was stuck in his body...

Drops of blood fell from above, and the sticky blood slid along his arm, past his cold fingertips, and intertwined with her hand.

Christina's stiff body was in midair and she almost held her breath. She did not dare to breathe the bloody smell.

He persisted in trying his best to pull her up bit by bit.

Christina quickly got up and saw the steel knife in his right shoulder. She squatted down and held the handle in her right hand, but her heart trembled.

The front half of the blade penetrated his body deeply.

She knew how sharp the knife was because it was she who had brought it here.

"I told you, I told you to let go!"

She was trembling with the handle of the knife in her hand and couldn't hold back the tears in her eyes. Christina cried and scolded as if she was on the verge of breaking down.

"Patrick, do you think you're great... Why don't you want to discuss anything with me? You're used to making decisions alone. There's a lot of snow down there. Even if I fall, I'll be fine."

"Do you think you are a hero? I don't want you to save me. I don't want you to protect me."

"I don't need you!"

Christina did not dare to touch the steel knife. The knife pierced his body deeply. It would be dangerous to pull it out forcefully.

Tears kept streaming down her face.

In the past few days, she met many unexpected things. The tourists screamed and cried in fear. In fact, she was also afraid, but she endured it.

She couldn't be scared. She had to protect Crystal and the others.

She had always been firm, firmer than many women and even men. But now, for some reason, tears were like a river that broke its banks, and she couldn't help but cry bitterly.

"Patrick, I don't need you..." She scolded him hysterically, "You shouldn't be here. I didn't ask you to save me..."

"I told you to let go. Can't you hear me? I told you to let go. Why didn't you..."

"I don't need you."

Patrick clearly heard her cry and scold, and his body stiffened for a moment.

He turned over slowly, propped himself up on the snow with his right hand, and half-sat up to look at her.

Christina cried like a drowned mouse.

He didn't know what to say and just looked at her quietly.

She seemed to have suffered a great grievance and had been crying.

"I, I'm... I'm afraid you'll fall."

Patrick wanted to get closer to her, and his voice was low and hoarse, "Christina, I'm afraid you'll disappear again."

Her eyes were misty with tears. She turned her head and looked at him blankly. Patrick moved his body and pulled the wound on his back. He sighed in pain subconsciously.

He was never good at expressing his feelings to women. He looked into her eyes and did not say anything more.

Christina suddenly raised her hand and wiped the tears off her face with her sleeve. Her eyes looked stubborn as if she had never cried before.

"There's a stone house ahead. Geoffrey is there. I promised him that I would go back as soon as possible."

She held him up and said quickly. Patrick let her support him and walk forward step by step. He knew that she was not as weak as other women. She suddenly cried just now, which made him very flustered.

Patrick was in special winter clothes and carried various field tools. He turned on a flashlight on his waist.

Christina looked straight ahead at the road. She carefully remembered the direction to the stone house. At the same time, when she looked at the bright light of the flashlight, she felt a sense of security.

Maybe it was because of the light in the night, or maybe it was because of him.

It was snowy and icy all around, and white snowflakes were on their shoulders. They snuggled up to each other and walked forward.

It took about an hour for them to get back to the stone house.

Geoffrey ran out anxiously when he saw her coming back. When he saw that there was another person beside Christina, he shouted excitedly and happily, "Uncle Hopkins!"

There was a pile of firewood burning at the entrance of the cave of the stone house, and the fire reflected his handsome face. At this moment, it was clear that Patrick looked tired and haggard.

"Go in."

Christina urged Geoffrey to go back to the house to keep warm so as not to get frostbite.

While holding Patrick, she strode into the stone house. When Bob saw Christina coming back alive, his eyes widened, "Weren't you, weren't you attacked by the black bear?" As he ran away, he could hear some sound of fighting from afar.

Christina was furious. It was because Bob ran away ungratefully. Otherwise, they could deal with Ray together! She was hurt by the lunatic Ray.

"Patrick?"

Barbara, who was half unconscious in the stone house, opened her eyes when she heard their noisy voices and was shocked to see the familiar side face.

"Patrick, are you here to save us?" At the end of her sentence, she couldn't help but get excited.

Patrick looked in her direction and seemed surprised that Barbara was also in the stone house, but he did not say anything.

"Knife, why the knife..." Geoffrey pointed at the sharp steel knife on Patrick's back and shoulders in shock. There was blood gushing out of his clothes. Geoffrey was so scared that his face turned pale.

"He's fine."

Christina looked at him, with a calm and comforting tone.

She wanted Patrick to sit on the ground, "How are you?" She wanted to see the knife wound on his back against the fire, "Let me see the wound on your back..."

But Patrick put his hands around her and pressed his head against her arms directly. Christina was forced to hug him and subconsciously pushed him, but she saw his sickly and haggard face.

She compromised.

There was a steel knife in his back, which made it inconvenient for him to rest against the wall. She could only let him lean against her.

"Patrick, don't sleep."

She tilted her head and saw him close his eyes.

He looked very tired, and his heavy body had no strength but leaned against her, "Let me take a look at your knife wound. Don't sleep now..." In such cold weather, it was as if he wouldn't wake up if he fell asleep.

"The special clothes on his body are thick, and the wound is not as deep as you thought, but if this knife is pulled out now, he will definitely bleed profusely. It's best not to touch it now..." The photographer man in the stone house suddenly spoke.

The man looked at the snow outside the stone house, "It seems that our adventure is over. They will arrive in two hours."

"What do you mean?" Bob exclaimed.

"Is anyone coming to save us two hours later?"

The photographer smiled jokingly with his thin lips and did not answer Bob.

Christina subconsciously looked at the photographer. At this moment, Patrick, who was leaning on her shoulder, opened his eyes and looked at the strange man meaningfully.

In fact, Patrick suddenly appeared here, so it was not difficult to guess that there must be backup personnel to help.

However, the photographer man's tone was so firm that he seemed to know Patrick's way of doing things very well.

"Is my father here to save us?"

Geoffrey could also understand the adults' conversation and get close to Christina and the others. He could not suppress the excitement on his small face.

Christina touched his little head with one hand and smiled at him, "I think so."

"That's great."

"I knew my father would come to save me." Geoffrey suddenly became much more energetic.

Bob and his family were also very excited. They kept walking out of the stone house and looking around to see who was passing by.

Patrick, on the other hand, was very quiet and did not even respond to Geoffrey's call. Christina looked at his tired face with some worries in her eyes.

He used to stay up late to review documents and travel on business. He was always energetic and rarely looked so haggard.

"Geoffrey, give me that half bowl of water." She pointed to an old iron bowl.

Geoffrey was very obedient and asked her if she wanted to add some hot water. Christina had set up an iron bucket on the fire to boil the snow for them to drink to keep warm, but the snow water in the iron bucket was now too hot to let the child scoop up the boiling water.

"Coldwater is fine."

Christina was holding the half bowl of water when Patrick turned to look at her, "Do you want some water?" She asked in a low voice.

He didn't say anything but Christina knew that he wanted to drink water.

She put the bowl close to his lips and he took a few sips slowly.

Geoffrey looked at his Uncle Hopkins and Aunt Hopkins, and then he carefully picked up the burning stone beside the fire. Compared to the cold ice and snow, the warm stone could keep warm.

"Uncle Hopkins, are you cold? It will be warm if you hold the stone." He put the stone next to Patrick.

Patrick's voice was a little hoarse, "No."

Geoffrey was happy to hear that his Uncle Hopkins had finally spoken to him, "Uncle Hopkins, does your back hurt a lot? Are you sick?"

"Aunt Hopkins said if there's anything wrong, you must tell her."

"Aunt Hopkins is very powerful. She saved me and Aunt Parker. She carried Aunt Parker behind her back and hugged me... She burned snow into water for us to drink, and taught me to burn stones to keep warm..."

Even in such an extreme environment, Christina would try her best to take care of others. Patrick had always known her character. She was firm, brave, responsible, and sometimes very willful.

As she said before, she didn't need him.