My billionaire husband spoils me too much novel Chapter 177

In the dimly lit bedroom, her trembling hands slammed on the wall switch, turning on all the headlights. In an instant, the room was as bright as day.

Christina's face turned pale, and she stared at the door in shock.

It was gone.

The dark shadow at the door was gone.

The bright lights around her eased her nerves a little. She took a deep breath and pinched her thigh with great force. It hurt, which at least ensured that she wasn't dreaming.

"Is it because I got shocked after falling into the water in the afternoon?" So was it just an illusion?

She got up from the bed and sat on the edge of it. She was bemused and a little disturbed.

"Nanny Faang, I'm hungry. Get someone to bring me dinner. Hurry up!" She couldn't care too much, just wanted to ask for a few more people over to build up her courage, pressing the service bell and, with some panic, urging Nanny Faang on the other side.

Nanny Faang had been taking care of her for more than half a year. It was the first time for her to rush to eat. She brought two maids with her and rushed over with three dishes and a soup that she had just cooked.

"Young madam, there are still three dishes being cooked. Eat slowly..."

Nanny Faang quickly knocked on the door and walked in, setting up the cutlery for her to eat. But Nanny Faang found that Christina was sitting on the small sofa with no appetite at all.

"Don't you like these dishes?"

Nanny Faang was stunned for a moment and asked in puzzlement. Now that the whole the Hopkinses knew about her bad habit of being picky about food, their Young Master Patrick never said a word about it, because the Hopkinses could afford to feed her, no matter how picky she was. As long as it did not affect the health of the fetus, even Old Master Mr. Hopkins had no problem with it.

"... Then I'll go and ask the cook to cook something else." Nanny Faang thought for a moment and then turned around to walk out.

"Don't go."

Christina tugged at her clothes. It was rare for her to be so clingy.

Seeing her unhappy expression, Nanny Faang felt like laughing. "It's a pity that Young Master Patrick can't see you like this tonight..." They all knew that Patrick had a special hobby, which was her attachment to him.

Christina was in no mood to listen to these jokes. She lowered her head and was depressed.

Nanny Faang frowned and became serious. "Young madam, you don't look well. Did you catch a cold in the pool this afternoon?"

"It could be." Christina replied in a low voice.

She didn't know what was wrong, but her whole body felt wrong.

Clang, clang, clang -

The phone on the bedside table suddenly rang. Christina was startled and turned stiffly to look at the phone.

Christina had never been afraid of anything since she was a child, except for weird things.

When she was a child, and people in the Dickens Family really couldn't make her behave, they would tell her ghost stories to scare her. This made her suffer from trauma.

Nanny Faang saw her huddling on the sofa and looked pale. It was as if she had been terrified by something.

"Did you have a nightmare?"

Christina didn't answer her. She stared at the phone and struggled whether she should get closer to it or not. But her mind was full of strange and weird things, and she immediately became cowardly.

"It was Young Master Patrick who sent you a message." Nanny Faang took the phone from the bedside table for her.