My billionaire husband spoils me too much novel Chapter 123

She couldn't sleep.

The woman tossed and turned in bed, as if she had something on her mind, unable to fall asleep.

"Christina."

The man on the other side of the bed could not help but call out her name in a low voice.

The woman at the side immediately stopped moving.

But within half a minute, she turned her body again.

"Patrick, are you still awake?" Her voice was not at all ambiguous, but she sounded very sober. It was obvious that she was not sleepy at all.

The faint light at the head of the bed was still shining, reflecting on her side face... She was really afraid of the dark.

"Patrick, can I ask you something?"

She seemed to be struggling in her heart. Then she leaned closer to him and asked again.

He did not say a word but stared at her with his eyes open, which made her hesitate.

"That year, in our high school graduation trip... You happened to be our teaching assistant, so you... Were you in that trip?"

She asked cautiously, as if she did not dare to mention something.

"No," he replied quickly.

But Christina's face suddenly darkened and she didn't understand. "How was that possible, Cory said..."

"What did he say?"

She looked at him with a complicated expression, as if she was confirming something. "It really wasn't you..." Her tone was skeptical.

The man beside her closed his eyes slightly and did not reply her.

"Did you hear that something happened on the school trip that year..."

Christina recalled something and spoke in a heavy voice, not noticing his abnormality.

"It's normal that you haven't heard of it. The only time my father, Donald, helped me was probably in this scandal... But he did it because of the Christina family."

She pressed her lips slightly and was reluctant to continue. After a long silence, she tried to relax and forced a smile.

"If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, you wouldn't have believed it. At sunset that day, I was unlucky to be separated from my classmates on the mountainside when I was suddenly attacked by five or six bandits. They dragged me down the hill and tore my clothes. I was so scared that I struggled desperately to escape..."

The man next to her froze for a moment.

While Christina was sleeping on her side, lost in thought. She suddenly hugged his arm, and her body leaned against him.

"... I heard gunshots."

"Patrick, did you save me that day?"

She paused, her face pressed close to his arm, and then she added with determination, "I know you saved me."

He looked down at the woman beside him, filled with thoughts, but he did not speak.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

She raised her head and looked straight at him. "Patrick, why didn't you tell me what you did?"

Eleven o'clock at night was not late. Usually, he would still be in the study. He was just a little tired tonight.

He was so tired that his brain ached a little and he didn't want to recall anything.

At the silent night, the time seemed to have paused for a long time...

But she was very persistent.

"Because I was angry." Patrick said a sentence in a deep voice.

As soon as he remembered that year's incident, those images will appear. "Christina, I was angry. I was angry that you accepted Cory's love for no reason. I was angry that you married him..."