My billionaire husband spoils me too much novel Chapter 140

"Let me help you back to your bedroom, so you can take a rest..."

It was a gentle female voice asking around his ear, Patrick then turned to his side and was about to say no.

But when he turned his eyes, he got very surprised.

All of a sudden, his eyes met her eyes. Christina was also startled. Feeling panicked, instinctively she wanted to withdraw and escape.

They were in a circle, but she was never one of them.

Old Master Mr. Hopkins and others were not surprised by Christina's appearance, but at this moment, everyone looked at each other in silence with their own thoughts.

It was now a time when the summer lotus was in full bloom, and the garden was filled with fragrance.

The fragrance of the lotus was soothing, but it could not hide the panic in Christina's eyes.

"Patrick, do you want me to help you or not..."

She hesitated for a long time, then asked in a low voice.

She was somehow nervous and pursed her lips, which seemed she was ready to immediately pretend she was fine when he refused.

Pretending, the one she was least good at.

Patrick looked at her and did not say anything. Instead, he walked straight towards her, step by step, steadily and firmly.

Barbara and Charles looked at his back and stepped out of habit to follow him, but they then stopped.

When he approached her, Christina admitted that her heart was beating a little fast.

Perhaps it was because she felt a little surprised at his approach, or perhaps it was because of the intense gazing from Old Master Mr. Hopkins and the others.

Christina looked up directly at his slightly pale face.

"What's wrong with you?" She asked with a choked tone. She still wanted to ask him whether he said it or not.

"I have a headache."

Patrick's voice was hoarse and replied directly.

Without more communication, he naturally grabbed her by her shoulder, and half of his body's weight was pressed on her. She was snuggling up to him, they then walked at the same pace, which was so matching as if it was an illusion. But it was the fact.

"Grandfather, Patrick will handle his own matters..."

Looking at the two figures walking away, Charles turned to the old man and said in a low voice.

Holding his crutch with both hands, Old Master Mr. Hopkins silently stared at the corridor with his brows furrowed. At this moment, the old housekeeper behind him rushed over with a few doctors, "Where is Young Master Patrick..."

Mixed feelings occurred to Barbara, and she tried to speak calmly, "Patrick went back to his bedroom for a rest. You guys go..."

"There's no need to go!"

The old, deep voice sounded very angry.

Barbara was surprised and looked at the old man. She pursed her lips and did not dare to say anything.

Charles and Barbara glanced at each other, smartly said goodbye to the old man, and left side by side.

"Charles, is there something wrong with Patrick's body?"

In the parking lot of Hopkins Family, when Barbara opened the car door, she suddenly became a little persistent and asked Charles, who was in the opposite parking space.

"Nothing."

Charles was a little upset and sat in his new favorite sports car. He slammed the door hard and obviously didn't want to say anything more.