My billionaire husband spoils me too much novel Chapter 188

Christina didn't sleep well last night.

She fell asleep in the early morning, tossing and turning in bed, with many weird dreams. When she woke up, it was almost 11: 00.

The whole apartment was quiet.

She got out of bed in a daze and went into the bathroom to wash up. She remembered that Crystal yelled before leaving this morning, "I'm going to earn a living". She realized Crystal had gone to the interview. No wonder it was so quiet.

Ding-dong.

Ding-dong.

When the doorbells rang twice, Christina was startled for a moment. When she came back to her senses, she immediately perked herself up and then walked to the door. Someone rang the doorbell.

"I think you deliver to the wrong person."

The takeaway deliveryman and she looked at each other. "I didn't order anything."

"I sent it to the order address. The door number is correct."

She looked at the meal box with the Gordon Hotel logo on it. It was the delicious Thai fried rice. Who ordered such an expensive dish for her?

"Miss, our company stipulates that all the orders must be delivered within 30 minutes, otherwise my salary will be deducted. Would you please sign for it first?"

The delivery boy was a little anxious.

"Oh." Christina would not put him in a difficult position. Then she pleasantly held her 'lunch'.

She thought that it was Crystal who ordered it.

Christina was so touched that she opened the packages quickly and sat down at the small round table.

In general, there would be shrimp and cuttlefish. Crab sticks smelt good after stir-frying. There were also pineapple and eggs. However, she found that the fried rice had little seafood, which she could not eat too much as she was pregnant. The shrimp was very tasty, and the Thailand pineapple was very authentic and sweet. What surprises her was that there were no eggs, for she did not eat eggs.

"Crystal is perfect for being a nanny-and-housekeeper..."

She was sure it was Crystal who ordered her food, otherwise, how could anybody know so well that she didn't eat eggs?

She took a few mouthfuls with a spoon and thought about what happened last night.

Last night she called Charles. At first, she wanted to inquire something about Patrick, but he inexplicably hung up the phone.

After eating half of it, she put down her spoon and got her phone.

She wanted to clearly know what he tried to hide. But just as she picked up her phone, Charles seemed to be more urgent than her.

"Christina, where did you get the jade pendant?"

On the other end of the phone, he asked aggressively as soon as he spoke out.

"What the hell are you doing?" She had no idea what he was talking about.

Charles lowered his voice and explained, "I mean, the half-moon blood jade in your rosewood box..."

Christina was stunned and did not reply.

Her half-moon blood jade, in the rosewood box.

"How did you know?" Her voice was a little low, with a mix of hesitation and anger. "Charles, are you polite? My box is locked. I left it in Hopkins Family. How did you..."

How would he know?

Suddenly, her pupils were constricted. Did Patrick find her box?

"Why didn't you take my stuff without asking me? What's wrong with you?" Obviously, she was angry.

She was mad at the intrusion, of course. She never wanted to tell anyone about the wooden box.

Even though you don't want to talk about it, you have to!

Charles called her in an urgency, trying to let her confess, "Christina, your jade is very special. It is very clear and transparent with bright blood red. It's a very precious jade species. It is half-moon carving, so there should be a total of two which combined into a circle..."

Charles knew these antiques very well, so when he looked at the jade in the wooden box, he felt something was wrong.

This was usually the jade that big families used to decided children's marriage. Now, there are still some old people in the circle who like to give these precious and inherited jade to their descendants for generations.

Christina was shocked because he was right.

That jade was used for the engagement.