My billionaire husband spoils me too much novel Chapter 319

"Let me go."

It was the fifth time she had yelled at him, but he still held her wrist hard. Christina was so angry that she wanted to beat him up regardless of his illness.

"Patrick, I'll get a thermometer and fever medicine. I won't leave." She looked complicated and emphasized.

however, Patrick still didn't let her go.

"Hey, you're heavy. Stand still and don't press me..."

"Oh, my gosh. Do you think that I won't lose my temper... don't lean over. Your beard! It's itching. Go away..."

He said in a low and hoarse voice, "Stop talking."

Christina was exhausted.

She felt bad. Finally, she dragged him to the bed.

She pushed him on the bed with great force vindictively.

She was so angry.

If he was not sick, she would pour him a basin of cold water. Damn it!

Patrick didn't move. Christina frowned and moved closer to him.

Patrick was tall. The bed at the length of 1.8 meters was not enough for him. His short black hair was messy and he closed his eyes. He was not as intimidating as usual. He had a straight nose and his lips were dry. She could feel his breath if she approached him. His breath was warm.

"He was not sick after the operation. I don't know what he did and he has a fever now. He deserves it."

Christina looked at his haggard face. She felt complicated. He frowned. He might have a headache.

She took off his shoes and coat and took out a velvet quilt. She wanted to cover the quilt, but she stopped and stared at his belt.

It seemed intimate to take off his belt. She didn't know how many women had done it...

Christina had mixed feelings and took off his belt expressionlessly.

"You can look for many people, but you come to my home..." She became more resentful.

She covered the quilt hard and accidentally touched him. Even though he wore an expensive silk dark purple shirt, she could feel that he had a serious fever.

Christina had mixed feelings. She was resentful, but she had sympathy for him.

She took his temperature.

Five minutes later, Christina looked at the thermometer. It was 39 degrees celsius. She was serious.

She was cautious or a little afraid of the high fever. Derek was over 40 degrees celsius when he was young. And then he had been autistic for several years. She believed that people would be influenced a lot if they had a high fever.

She attached some patches on his forehead and back neck to bring down a fever. There was some medicinal alcohol. She dipped some cotton balls in it. She wanted to take off his shirt and cool him down with it.

However, Patrick did not cooperate. It was annoying.

"Straighten your hands, and I'll take off your shirt..." Christina tried hard to take off his shirt. But he was so heavy and she could only take off half of his shirt.

Christina glared at him, who was asleep. Finally, she put down the alcohol cotton and got on the bed to pull out his shirt bit by bit.

As soon as she got on the bed, she was pulled into his arms. He hugged her tightly and didn't let her go. Maybe he did it on purpose.

"Hey!"

Her skin was delicate. She was pressed against his strong chest and flushed. Patrick was so strong that she couldn't push him even though he was sick. He hugged her like a koala. Christina was helpless.

"If you don't let me go, I'll bite you."

"Patrick, if I don't cool you down, your brain might be injured due to the fever."

She warned him and reasoned with him at his ear, but he didn't let her go.

Patrick took her as a pillow. It seemed that he could relieve the pain when he hugged her tightly. Christina was uncomfortable, and he had a bad habit... He buried his head in her neck and she felt itchy because of his beard. She was afraid of it the most.

He seemed to be asleep.

It was a long night for Christina. She had a hard time.

Crystal slept soundly as if she had not slept so comfortably in a long time.

It was not until midnight that she woke up by some noise.

She lived alone for a long time, so she was careful at night. She was in a daze and didn't remember what happened. She lifted the quilt. It was cool. Oh, where were the clothes?

She only had underwear. But she didn't have the habit of sleeping naked.

It was not time to think about it. She wore a bathrobe and listened to the sound in her kitchen cautiously.

She thought it was a thief. But why the thief was in her kitchen?

She held the phone tightly and was ready to call the police. After thinking about it, she bravely took a closer look. She found all the lights on in the living room and a familiar man in her kitchen.

"Chandler, why are you here?" She spoke with a nasal voice.