My billionaire husband spoils me too much novel Chapter 406

Patrick had a sound sleep last night. He didn't wake up until morning. Patrick was a light sleeper. He was very vigilant. It was strange that all his tiredness had disappeared when he lay on this bed. When he woke up, he was much more refreshed and energetic.

"Patrick, get up."

Outside the door, Christina knocked on the door and shouted in a strange tone.

It was her room. Why did she have to knock on the door? Besides, Patrick was used to getting up at 5 o'clock. Today, he didn't make a sound until 10 o'clock. So Christina's aunt asked her to come over and take a look at Patrick.

There was still no sound in the door. Christina frowned, took the key to open the door, and barged in.

Then, she stared blankly at Patrick for a second. He was standing by the bed, taking off his clothes.

"Why didn't you answer me?"

Christina looked embarrassed and immediately turned around with her back to him.

"Christina, come here." He suddenly called out to her.

"No."

Without thinking about it, she immediately refused. Her face blushed, and she subconsciously thought of something dirty.

"Christina, is Patrick awake? Wake him up for breakfast." In the corridor, Betty was worried about Patrick and came over. After all, he was from the Hopkins family, so she had to be more careful.

"Why are there bloodstains on your clothes?"

Betty suddenly screamed. She stood at the door and saw the red bloodstain on the back of Patrick's white shirt.

Hearing this, Christina immediately turned around and looked at him. Patrick had already taken off his shirt and revealed his back. His knife wound that had been sewn earlier was bleeding.

"Did you get hurt in Switzerland?"

Betty looked worried and walked into the room directly. As an elder, she was not shy, but more nervous. If Patrick's wound got serious in the Dickens family, she would be in big trouble.

"Well, this wound. Do you want to go to the hospital now?"

Patrick didn't care about the small injury on his back at all. He glanced at the blood-stained shirt on his hand and looked up. "I'm fine." His tone was very flat.

"You had a good sleep last night, so you didn't notice your wound."

Betty looked at his wound again with concern, then turned around and walked out, saying, "I'll go downstairs to get the medicine kit."

"Thank you, but no need."

Patrick blurted out and turned his head, meeting Christina's gaze. She frowned and glared at him with obvious displeasure. For some reason, he did not continue.

Betty quickly brought up the medicine kit and found some iodine hydrogen peroxide and cotton swabs. "Christina, help Patrick disinfect the wound."

Patrick couldn't handle the back injury on his own. So Christina should help him.

Patrick glanced at Christina, then sat down by the bed and waited to be served.

When Betty saw this, she even wanted to laugh. Patrick did not say a word and sat down directly, making her feel that he was very obedient.

The iodine was less irritating. Betty handed the iodine to Christina. But she picked up the hydrogen peroxide expressionlessly. Christina applied the highly irritating hydrogen peroxide to the knife wound on his back. Patrick suddenly felt pain and his body trembled.

Betty was flustered and said. "Christina, be gentle." She was too rude.

"Don't worry. He is strong and not afraid of pain."

Christina replied in a serious tone.

She continued to apply hydrogen peroxide to his wound several times. Patrick didn't say anything. But as the wound on his back was stimulated by hydrogen peroxide, he could only endure the pain and tense up.

Christina was retaliating against him by applying the ointment. She didn't know what she was angry about. "You pressed your wound on purpose." Her voice was filled with anger.

In her opinion, this man would not sleep so soundly. He had always been very vigilant. The doctor warned him not to sleep on his side because of the injury on his back. If he did, his wound would easily bleed.

Patrick had always been favored by God. He was tall and strong with fair skin. The scar on his back was unpleasant to the eye. Christina stared at it and felt very upset.

He got hurt because of her. She thought he did this on purpose to make her feel guilty.

A sense of guilt, coupled with many complicated feelings, turned into anger. "I didn't ask you to save me." She cursed angrily in a low voice.

Patrick turned his back to her. He wanted to say something but didn't.

Betty did not understand why her niece was suddenly angry and why the master of the Hopkins family did not say a word and was scolded obediently.

She had never seen Patrick have such a good temper. It was weird.

Finally, she applied red medicine to the knife wound on his back. The wound stopped bleeding quickly, but Patrick didn't have a shirt to wear.

Betty picked up his blood-stained shirt and said, "We're a little far from the city center." It was inconvenient to buy a new shirt. Besides, his shirts might only be bought in the high-end counters along the business street.