My billionaire husband spoils me too much novel Chapter 105

"... She's my wife."

The person on the bed moved a little and his words made others silent.

"Patrick!"

The woman near the bedside reacted the most quickly. She approached him with a look of excitement and surprise. "Patrick, you're awake."

"Inform Old Master Mr. Hopkins and the doctor immediately..."

The bodyguard outside was also very surprised, but he did as he was told without delay.

Christina stood at the end of the bed in a daze.

She looked at the man on the hospital bed. He had just woken up and his face was pale. He opened his eyes, which were misty, and raised his head slightly and fixed his eyes on her.

He did not speak again, but Christina's heart trembled. The look in his eyes... was not cold or aggressive, but showed confusion and weakness.

"You are... Christina?" The woman standing by the bed looked a little embarrassed.

She looked straight at Christina and asked in a weird voice, "Are you Patrick's wife?"

She had long heard that Patrick had gotten his marriage license with a woman in the country, but there was no wedding.

The woman, who was staring at Christina, somehow made her feel ill at ease.

"... Come here."

The man on the bed suddenly called out softly.

Christina looked at his pale face and frowned. She quickly walked over to the other side of the bed and said, "Patrick, do you have a headache?"

"Are you hurt?"

Almost subconsciously, he followed her to the left and asked without answering.

"Patrick, you cannot move your body." The woman on the right was anxious to reach out and hold him down.

Christina moved faster and immediately bent down to hold his shoulder. "Patrick, don't move," she said awkwardly.

"Are you hurt?" he asked in a stubborn tone. He was already on his side, but he still stared at her.

He vaguely remembered the car accident, and she seemed to have cried in terror.

He was still staring at Christina. Somehow, there was tears in her eyes as she heared his low voice which was familiar to her.

"Patrick, I'm worried about you."

She choked on her words and couldn't help but cry. "Hurry up and get better. I'm worried about you. I don't know what to do. I can't help you..."

A glistening tear fell, and his eyes gradually cleared up. He looked up at her who was sobbing, and he was slightly startled, somewhat surprised.

For a moment, even Patrick did not know what to say. He stared blankly at her tears falling on his bedsheets. She seldom cried.

The woman on the other side looked at them in shock. She then looked down and then subconsciously took a step back.

She was extra here.

"Patrick, I'm going to find the doctor," she said softly before stepping away.

Patrick did not say anything to her, not a word. When she walked out of the room, she only heard him mutter helplessly.

"She cries more often now..."

The woman paused and turned to look at the hospital bed.

"He really seemed to care about her..."

Just as she turned her head, she bumped into another man at the door of the ward. The other man sounded a little anxious. "Barbara, did you see a woman..."

"Christina!"

Charles glanced into the ward, found the familiar figure, and roared angrily.