My billionaire husband spoils me too much novel Chapter 120

Bang!

Christina walked out of the car angrily and slammed the door in a huff.

And the man in the car seemed angry too.

Patrick looked at her viciously as she crossed the road. "Christina..." He gritted his teeth and called out to her angrily, but the woman in front of him walked faster. She refused to pay any attention to him.

The red light ahead had turned green.

The driver in the car behind him kept honking, which made him even more annoyed and angry.

It was a quiet area. They were on the outskirts of the city. There was a simple and dilapidated little park a hundred meters ahead on the right. Christina did not go far. She was sitting on a stone chair under the shade of trees, sulking.

He stared at the familiar figure and started the car quickly, approaching her.

But just as Patrick was about to get out of the car, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his brain.

Frowning, he subconsciously wanted to scratch his head with his right hand in an attempt to ease the pain, but the injury to his right shoulder caused him to lose his balance and lean toward the steering wheel. He wanted to use his left hand to quickly support himself, but his elbow hit the horn.

Beep!

The harsh sound of the horn suddenly sounded.

Christina, who was sitting quietly and sulking, was so frightened by the sound behind her that she immediately turned around and recognized Patrick's car.

Because what was inside the car could not be seen through the window from the outside, Christina felt that he was deliberately honking to urge her.

"I'm not going back!" She yelled at the car furiously.

"It's none of your business!"

With a splitting headache, Patrick leaned against the back of the seat and breathed out to adjust himself. But when he heard the woman in front of him shouting defiantly, Patrick's head hurt even more and he was so angry.

Within five minutes, the custom-made black sports car sped away.

Christina looked sideways at the rapidly disappearing car and pursed her lips. The sunlight that fell through the leaves shone on her fair cheeks. Her beautiful brows furrowed slightly and she was somewhat depressed.

"If you want to leave, leave. Who wants you to be around?"

She cursed angrily in the direction of the car, and at this moment, she did not know what she was angry about.

"You jerk! You often scold me indiscriminately. I didn't do anything bad. I just wanted to know..."

It was stupid of her to sit alone in the remote and deserted park and speak to herself. She didn't want to be so awkward. He was a man. Couldn't he get out of the car and coax me? Who the fuck were you? I had human rights too! She angrily thought to herself.

She thought she was married to a cold fish who would yell at her all day long.

Christina was filled with resentment. It was 2: 00 pm in midsummer. The sun was blazing. In the scorching sunlight, her anger grew.

At this moment, Mr. Shepherd was holding his cell phone. He also felt that Patrick had been easily irritated recently. Charles got involved in this matter involuntarily.

"She's at the street park in the Clifton District?"

"Patrick, why don't you take her home... I know. I'll go and see her right away..." The voice on the other end of the phone was so gloomy that Charles immediately agreed.

"Mr. Shepherd, are you leaving so early?" Mr. Shepherd loved to have fun on the weekend. Why did he leave so early?

"I'll go and pick someone up."

"... Just ask someone else to do this for you."

"I'm afraid no one will be able to do this other than me!" Charles was a little angry.