My billionaire husband spoils me too much novel Chapter 183

"Patrick, thank you for giving me the coat last time."

Barbara suddenly spoke out and quickly interrupted his contemplation.

With his usual smile, she handed him the black bag held in her right hand reluctantly. Last time she got drenched in the rain and he put the coat on her.

There was his scent lingering on the expensive coat, so she was reluctant to return it to him.

She had long known that the unrequited love was bitter, but all of a sudden, she couldn't help wanting more when she glanced at the unique necklace in his hand.

"Boss, you can go home soon. But I have to transfer for a flight to Paris. For the sake of my hard work for the company, can you give me a piece of jewelry as a reward as well?" She said jokingly as usual.

"What do you want?"

Patrick subconsciously asked. He would buy her whatever she liked in the jewelry store without hestitation.

And he would like to do so, regardless of what style she liked or whether it fitted her.

Hearing his promise, Barbara was overjoyed, but then she felt even more disappointed.

She had known his coldness for a long time. If he had always treated any woman this way, then she could tell herself that she could at least be by his side.

But there was just Christina.

The female employees of this luxury jewelry store, which catered to international tourists, all knew some Chinese. Upon hearing their conversation, an employee immediately rushed forward to recommend the latest and the most expensive jewelry to Barbara.

"I want the one he just bought, the same one."

Patrick suddenly felt a great pain in his brain. His tightened his grip unconsciously on the exquisite bag. He tried not to show his pained and tired look. With a cold face, he went straight to the soft sofa on the right side of the store so that he could have a rest.

Barbara talked to the clerk in a low voice. He was not interested in their conversation so he leaned back against the sofa and gasped because of the pain in his brain.

"Miss, I'm sorry, but that ruby necklace was unique... The other necklace designed by the same master jeweler is here. Do you like it?"

"Are you sure you can't find the same one?"

She turned to glance at the man in the rest area, with her words somewhat insistent.

The employee was a little embarrassed. "I'm very sorry. Even in the branch store, there's none. There's only one of that."

"If you really want the same style, then... There may be a replica in the small shops in the downtown area..."

Replica.

There was a hint of self-mockery on Barbara's lips. There was only one. She saw it first, but why couldn't she have it?

Habitually looking back at the man behind her, Barbara suddenly became nervous. "Patrick, what's wrong with you?"

"How's Patrick doing?"

Christina had been summoned to Old Master Mr. Hopkins's Northern Garden. It had been almost two months since she had spoken to him face to face, making her a little uncomfortable.

"What's wrong with him?"

Puzzled by the question, she straightened her back, frowned slightly, and looked directly at the old man across the coffee table.

"Young Madam, you should pay more attention to how many times Mr. Hopkins has a headache..."

The old housekeeper stood aside, with his voice worried. It seemed that he wanted to remind her of something. Old Master Mr. Hopkins frowned and glanced at him with displeasure and he shut up immediately.

"What's the matter?"

Christina remembered that it should have been easy for Patrick to lift her up the night before yesterday, but he bumped into the corner of the table and almost fell off her strangely.

She knew that as long as it was within his abilities, he would not let this happen, so she was surprised as well.

Christina felt a surge of uneasiness and nervousness. "Grandpa, is Patrick ill?"

"No, he isn't."

Perhaps because of panic, the old housekeeper quickly retorted. He was not lying. Patrick was indeed not ill. "It was an old wound..."

"What?"