My billionaire husband spoils me too much novel Chapter 141

"Patrick."

"Patrick..."

She called his name, but the man sitting by the big bed ignored her, as if he didn't hear her at all.

Christina came in with the family medicine box. She frowned and looked at Patrick on the other side of the bed, feeling he looked strange.

When Patrick returned to the bedroom, he sat there in silence, with his head half-lowered, staring at his hands in a daze. He slightly bended and unfolded his hands, deep in thought, as if he was testing something.

Christina approached him and called him again, "Patrick..."

Her calling awakened Patrick who was in a daze. He raised his head vigorously, and a look of incomprehensible panic flashed in his eyes.

"What's wrong with you?"

Christina sat beside him anxiously, looking at him with incredulity. "Patrick, didn't you hear my voice just now?" asked Christina.

He looked visibly shocked just now.

He seemed to be surprised by her, or perhaps it was something else...

"Nothing." His face turned cold as usual. He slightly tilted his head and looked away. He then said in a hoarse voice, "I don't need to take the medicine. I'm fine."

His words were low and cold, as if nothing had happened.

Christina sat beside him, pursed her lips, wordless.

He obviously didn't want to tell her...

They had just had lunch, and the summer sun outside was scorching hot. The sky was clear and blue, but a chill was sent into the spacious bedroom perhaps because temperatures were set so low.

Somehow, Christina's heart sank. She rummaged through the medicine cabinet for an electronic thermostat, pinched it on her right hand, and titled her head with hesitation.

He said he was fine and didn't need to take medicine, which meant he didn't need her...

She clenched the thermometer and accidentally pressed the electronic key, making a beep.

Christina, who was in a fit of pique, was frightened by the noise. She quickly put away the thermostat.

"Help me check my temperature?"

Patrick beside her gave an order, but his tone was somewhat helpless.

She looked at him for a while with a slightly startled expression, trying to make sure she didn't misheard.

Christina immediately perked up and leaned closer to him. "Patrick, why are you so delicate..."

Delicate.

It didn't seem to be a right word to describe him.

He did not say a word. He looked sideways at her with a half-smile.