My billionaire husband spoils me too much novel Chapter 180

Without another word, he turned and walked out of the bedroom.

Christina stared at him in silence as he walked away.

She was sure that this wasn't an illusion. Patrick had been flustered, and his footsteps were hurried and messy.

What happened to him?

Was he sick?

Soon the door was opened again. Nanny Faang came in with a large bowl of scallop porridge. "It's very hot. Be careful." Nanny Faang was attentive as usual.

She wasn't in a hurry to eat, and stayed in bed still, as Nanny Faang put a porcelain bowl and a spoon onto the table for her. Suddenly she talked.

"Send some to Patrick's study. He may not have dinner yet..."

Nanny Faang served her half a bowl of porridge and said, "Yes, he hasn't had dinner yet."

"Miss Parker called to remind me that Young Master Patrick had drunk a lot of wine outside and hadn't had dinner. So I asked the cook to prepare dinner for both of you. I'll just leave the food here. He prefers eating with you here..."

Christina quieted down.

"Sure." She answered casually.

She rolled over on the bed and buried half of her face in the pillow. It seemed that she had lost her appetite.

Then there was a click. Nanny Faang closed the door and walked out.

Silence returned to the bedroom.

"Barbara is so considerate..."

She didn't get up from bed until Nanny Faang had left. Maybe that was because she didn't want other people to consider her as someone who haggled over every ounce. She didn't like to be jealous.

Christina had her own pride. Although she could not help Patrick with the company's business like Barbara did, she could at least not be a burden to him.

Of course, she wanted to do something for him, but what?

The exquisite big clock on the bedroom wall had gone from 10 to 12. Her mind was just a mess during the past two hours.

She glanced at the door. Patrick hadn't returned yet. Was he planning to stay up all night in the study?

She scratched her head, feeling upset.

"Your porridge is getting cold."

Some emotions that she couldn't explain either urged her to dial the familiar number on the phone.

The man on the other end of the phone listened and said nothing.

Christina's mood turned even worse. She raised her voice and urged him in an overserious tone. "Your porridge. Nanny Faang asked the cook to cook it for you. It's in the bedroom now!"

Patrick was startled. While absent-mindedly reading the material he just received on the computer, he heard her clearly.

She wanted him to go back to the bedroom.

"I'm coming."

It was strange that Christina felt relieved hearing his reply. She hung up at once out of her guilty conscience.

"It sounded like an invitation to sex. Awkward." She couldn't help but complain about herself.

Maybe Patrick was truly hungry. He turned off the computer and returned to the bedroom quickly.

"I have had mine. The warm porridge in the cup is for you."

They rarely had the chance to eat together and chat face to face like a normal couple. Christina served him some porridge and pushed the bowl towards him. Patrick stared at her in surprise.

"Thanks." He drank the porridge gracefully with a spoon, not saying much.

Suddenly, the big bedroom became quiet again.

Crystal often gave her suggestions such as that she should communicate more with her husband. But Christina found nothing in common with Patrick.