My billionaire husband spoils me too much novel Chapter 396

Ray punched and kicked Patrick, who was lying on the edge of the cliff, crazily. Patrick never let go, nor did he say a word, not even cried in pain.

When he found the opportunity, he quickly turned sideways and kicked Ray's injured leg hard with his right foot. Ray's huge body fell into the snow.

Ray tried to get up several times. He was exhausted. Finally, he fainted and stopped moving.

Above the cliff, Patrick immediately sped up and dragged Christina up.

Christina kept silent. She did not move, nor did she shout for him to let go.

This desolate and cold snow-capped mountain was incomparably silent.

She was hanging on the edge of the cliff, unable to find the force point, surrounded by snow.

She could only let him drag her hard.

But Christina knew that the steel knife was stuck in his body...

Drops of blood fell from above, and the sticky blood slid along his arm, past his cold fingertips, and intertwined with her hand.

Christina's stiff body was in midair and she almost held her breath. She did not dare to breathe the bloody smell.

He persisted in trying his best to pull her up bit by bit.

Christina quickly got up and saw the steel knife in his right shoulder. She squatted down and held the handle in her right hand, but her heart trembled.

The front half of the blade penetrated his body deeply.

She knew how sharp the knife was because it was she who had brought it here.

"I told you, I told you to let go!"

She was trembling with the handle of the knife in her hand and couldn't hold back the tears in her eyes. Christina cried and scolded as if she was on the verge of breaking down.

"Patrick, do you think you're great... Why don't you want to discuss anything with me? You're used to making decisions alone. There's a lot of snow down there. Even if I fall, I'll be fine."

"Do you think you are a hero? I don't want you to save me. I don't want you to protect me."

"I don't need you!"

Christina did not dare to touch the steel knife. The knife pierced his body deeply. It would be dangerous to pull it out forcefully.

Tears kept streaming down her face.

In the past few days, she met many unexpected things. The tourists screamed and cried in fear. In fact, she was also afraid, but she endured it.

She couldn't be scared. She had to protect Crystal and the others.

She had always been firm, firmer than many women and even men. But now, for some reason, tears were like a river that broke its banks, and she couldn't help but cry bitterly.

"Patrick, I don't need you..." She scolded him hysterically, "You shouldn't be here. I didn't ask you to save me..."

"I told you to let go. Can't you hear me? I told you to let go. Why didn't you..."

"I don't need you."

Patrick clearly heard her cry and scold, and his body stiffened for a moment.

He turned over slowly, propped himself up on the snow with his right hand, and half-sat up to look at her.

Christina cried like a drowned mouse.

He didn't know what to say and just looked at her quietly.

She seemed to have suffered a great grievance and had been crying.

"I, I'm... I'm afraid you'll fall."

Patrick wanted to get closer to her, and his voice was low and hoarse, "Christina, I'm afraid you'll disappear again."

Her eyes were misty with tears. She turned her head and looked at him blankly. Patrick moved his body and pulled the wound on his back. He sighed in pain subconsciously.

He was never good at expressing his feelings to women. He looked into her eyes and did not say anything more.

Christina suddenly raised her hand and wiped the tears off her face with her sleeve. Her eyes looked stubborn as if she had never cried before.

"There's a stone house ahead. Geoffrey is there. I promised him that I would go back as soon as possible."

She held him up and said quickly. Patrick let her support him and walk forward step by step. He knew that she was not as weak as other women. She suddenly cried just now, which made him very flustered.

Patrick was in special winter clothes and carried various field tools. He turned on a flashlight on his waist.

Christina looked straight ahead at the road. She carefully remembered the direction to the stone house. At the same time, when she looked at the bright light of the flashlight, she felt a sense of security.

Maybe it was because of the light in the night, or maybe it was because of him.

It was snowy and icy all around, and white snowflakes were on their shoulders. They snuggled up to each other and walked forward.

It took about an hour for them to get back to the stone house.

Geoffrey ran out anxiously when he saw her coming back. When he saw that there was another person beside Christina, he shouted excitedly and happily, "Uncle Hopkins!"

There was a pile of firewood burning at the entrance of the cave of the stone house, and the fire reflected his handsome face. At this moment, it was clear that Patrick looked tired and haggard.