My billionaire husband spoils me too much novel Chapter 159

It was almost midnight when they returned to the hotel suite.

"Wait a minute..."

Christina looked at the door panel in front of her and subconsciously stopped the staff member of the hotel as he brought the room card over to open the door for them.

"Wait for what?"

Patrick noticed that the woman beside him had a worried look on her face. She had not said much on the way back.

Christina wanted to make an excuse, but when she looked at Patrick's sharp eyes, she couldn't say anything.

"Go to bed early."

It was getting late, and Patrick couldn't understand her thoughts.

The door was opened, and the room attendant immediately turned on all the lights in the suite for them respectfully. The light in front of them was intensely bright.

Christina froze at the door. She was nervous.

"What are you thinking?"

Patrick frowned when he saw her standing still. She was very strange tonight.

She did not answer him, but she seemed to look in the direction of the bed in the bedroom. Her mind was a mess and she was somewhat nervous.

"What are you looking at?"

He felt that she was distracted. She was not even focused on talking to him, and that made him somehow angry. Patrick turned around and took a big step. His tall and handsome figure suddenly blocked her view.

He spoke again coldly, "Christina."

"What?"

In astonishment, she regained her senses, but she could not conceal the guilty look in her eyes.

"You keep looking at the bed..." Patrick narrowed his eyes slightly and looked straight at her.

Her eyes were clear, bright and beautiful, but she could be easily seen through when she lied if someone looked into them.

"You've been looking at the bed. Is there anyone there?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he was striding towards the suite bedroom. Christina reached out in panic and tried to grab him.

But Patrick's legs were long, and in three steps, he walked to the side of the big bed and looked back at the woman behind him.

He grabbed the corner of the blanket with his right hand and lifted it violently.

Christina's face turned pale and she became restless.

She looked straight at the bed... There was nothing on the king-size bed.

Christina breathed a sigh of relief. He had left. She thought to herself.

"Ask someone to search in this place again. Search in the madam's room, the baby's room, the cloakroom carefully..." Patrick ordered coldly, almost at the moment she relaxed.

This presidential suite was more than 170 square meters big. If someone was hiding in it and he hadn't been able to find him before, then it meant... Finally, his complicated eyes fell on the big bed in front of him.

He was hiding under the covers.

Was he sleeping with her?

Patrick's expression changed at the thought.

He turned around and saw the woman standing on the balcony...

Christina walked to the balcony. She looked at the dim stars in the night. She didn't dare to look back or to look directly at him, for fear that he would see through her mind.

She really wanted to ask why Patrick sent people to look for Derek.