My billionaire husband spoils me too much novel Chapter 22

Chapter 22

Christina sat alone on the plank of the small inner room of the cave dwelling, looking down at her flat abdomen with a sullen expression. Thinking of Patrick’s words, she pulled a long face,

“Christina, don’t be angry with your husband” Anna walked in slowly and kindly advised.

Christina immediately retorted, “He’s not my husband!”

Husband! She was unable to stand hearing that Patrick was her husband.

Anna said with a smile, “It happens that couples have conflicts. Sometimes men are dull and not good at expressing themselves. Communication solves

misunderstandings.”

Christina remained silent.

‘Did Charles just say that the person who took her away was not sent by

Patrick?

Is it true? But he was so mean to me in the hospital before. She thought to herself.

“Drink while it’s hot. Don’t starve the baby in your belly.” Anna handed her a large porcelain bowl of black bean stewed eel.

Christina looked up at the soup with hesitation.

“Your husband cooked this for you himself. Come on, drink it quickly.”

Anna Smiled kindly and urged. Thinking of Patrick, she couldn’t help but exclaim. “Your husband is really handsome. He has such a good temperament, way better than my husband”

Anna, who was not well-educated, could only describe Patrick as handsome.

Christina’s face immediately darkened and she said angrily, “When he’s angry.

he yells me” Anna was blinded by

Patrick’s appearance

The more she thought about it, the

angrier she became. She glared at the big bowl of black beaneel soup in front of her grumpily.

Why should I starve myself?” I thought.

Christina took the bowl in Anna’s hand with a straight face and stuffed it into her mouth with a spoon, cursing Patrick in her heart.

“Your wife is really.. sassy.” Charles could not help but sigh outside the drapery of the door.

Originally, he was worried that little Christina would refuse to eat, but he Was surprised to see that she was wolfing down the soup, treating it as hеr еnету.

Patrick didn’t say anything, and there was a faint smile in his eyes.

Christina quickly finished the big bowl of soup and was in a particularly happy

mood. She smiled brightly at Anna, “Thank you.”

She beamed a smile, with two shallow dimples on her fair cheeks. Patrick looked at her and lost his mind for a

moment.

heard

“Who’s outside?” Anna something and called out.

Charles, who was caught red-handed. pursed his lips awkwardly. “Well.

Patrick was worried.” As soon as he spoke, he turned around and saw Patrick was out of sight, only to realize that he had left

Christina snorted at Charles outside the door, “Standing outside eavesdropping on women, Charles, You bastard.”

Charles looked depressed and wanted to teach her a lesson!

But… Christina, the witch, domineered over them relying on Patrick

There was only a wooden bed in the cave, which was originally where Mr. and Anna slept. They gave up the bed to Christina to rest, but she refused,

“Christina, aren’t you thick-skinned? Why do you want to sleep on hay with us tonight? Charles teased her coldly.

Christina shot an angry glance at him, ignored him, and went to the corner to sit on a haystack and take a nap.

It was already 12 o’clock. Patrick and

the others had burned three fires in

the empty hall of the cave. They sat cross-legged near the fire and their wet clothes had been dried.

But the wind was howling outside the door, accompanied by heavy rain. This horrible and strange voice had been ranging all night making them sleepless.

Huddled, Christina leaned back against the wall, holding hers knees.

She was very sleepy. She bent over and buried her head between her knees. She soon fell asleep with her mind in a

fog

Unable to fall asleep. Charles and others were talking

All of a sudden, Patrick gave them a

look, then they noticed that Christina was asleep and immediately shut up.

One of themelbowed Charles in shock and asked incoherently. “Did Mr.

Hopkins get struck by lightning?”

Charles looked at Patrick with a twisted expression

Mr. Shepherd reminded them seriously, “Don’t offend that witch.

Patrick stood up and approached Christina. He sat beside her by the hay and gazed down at her.

Christina leaned against the wall with her head rested on her knees. She

tilted her head, her face pale and

haggard, and a few loose strands of hair hanging from her forehead.

Patrick reached out and smoothed a few strands of her messy hair on her

forehead, and he did not notice that he

was extremely gentle

He touched her face with his big hand.

Feeling it was cold, he put his coat on her and looked at her in a daze.

She looked very sweet and quiet when

she fell asleep.

The warm masculine scent brushed her checks, making her skin itchy.