My billionaire husband spoils me too much novel Chapter 358

"Charles, so you know he lives upstairs."

Christina suddenly turned around and shouted at him with gritted teeth.

Charles quickly explained, "I only found out later. I really didn't know what he had done before."

She had stayed in C City for more than half a month and hadn't come back for a long time. The door of her house was covered in a layer of dust, and many newspaper advertisements were stuffed into the crack of the door.

"Miss Dickens, you're back." The neighbor opposite opened the door and greeted her warmly.

Christina didn't live in this apartment for long but things interesting had happened to her before. So the neighbors here were very impressed with her.

Christina was not a warm person. She just wanted to nod politely to the other party.

But as soon as she turned around, she glanced to find Patrick here, too. Why didn't he go back upstairs?

Just as she was about to let Patrick go, her neighbor shouted in surprise, "Oh, aren't you the handsome guy in 502?"

Patrick was dressed in a black suit, being elegant and mature. He stood there, not speaking but very eye-catching.

The neighbor looked at jun him, then at Christina, and asked curiously, "So you two really know each other. Is he really your husband?"

Christina immediately remembered she once shouted at the neighbors to say Patrick was her husband.

Feeling embarrassed, she quickly took out her key and opened the door.

Charles was interested. "What did she tell you?"

Patrick seemed to be a little curious and looked at the strange neighbor.

"That morning, Miss Dickens suddenly came out of apartment 502 upstairs. Some people said that she was messing around with men. But she told us the person that lived upstairs was her husband..."

The neighbor smiled and chatted with them.

"I thought she was joking. Since they were husband and wife, why did they live upstairs and downstairs? They should live together."

Christina forgot where she had put the key, not finding it for a while. While Charles was gossiping with her neighbor.

"There's a security guard in our neighborhood who cares about Miss Dickens. When the guard went on patrol, he often came here to see if she's back..."

Charles suddenly became excited. "Which security guy?"

"Someone's nephew here, and he has a well-off family and he is very down-to-earth..."

Charles gave Christina a loving look. "Someone is into you."

Christina felt annoyed and looked at the man behind her as if nothing had happened. While Patrick, who was emotionless behind her. Finally, she found the key to the apartment.

She quickly opened the door and pushed Charles into the room in case he talked nonsense.

Just as she was about to close the door, the neighbor suddenly remembered something and shouted at her anxiously, "Miss Dickens, I almost forgot to tell you something. Last week, your landlord came to see you. He said he couldn't reach you on his phone and asked you to contact him as soon as you come back."

Christina didn't know why her stingy landlord was looking for her. Maybe he wanted to raise the price.

"Thank you. I'll call him later."

As she spoke, she flipped through her phone. She had ignored too many missed calls and muttered to herself, "Just in time to stop renting."

"Miss Dickens, are you going to move out?"

"Will you not live here anymore?"

The neighbor seemed to be very interested in her private life, especially when two men with such outstanding looks came. The neighbor thought Charles and Patrick should be very rich, not those who messed around.

Christina was most afraid that others would ask too much. For a moment, she was a little dazed. "Yes, I'm going home."

"Where is your family, in A City or your hometown?"

The neighbor did not mean to ask more, just showing care for Christina by a few more questions. Instead, Christina only smiled awkwardly. The neighbor also realized that it was not polite to ask more and said quickly, "It's better to live at home than rent a house outside." Then the neighbor waved a hand and went downstairs.

In fact, Christina really didn't know how to answer. She always felt that she had no home.

She had no time to feel sorry for herself. Meanwhile, Charles broke a few glass teacups in the room, making noise.