My billionaire husband spoils me too much novel Chapter 409

Christina went home drenched.

Her clothes and long hair were wet through, but she didn't care about it. Betty opened the door for them, and saw Christina in such a mess. "Auntie, I'm hungry," Christina said.

Betty felt helpless.

She glanced at Patrick, who was standing beside Christina, putting away a small umbrella. He stood straight as he always did, but now he didn't seem as cold as he used to be. Betty sensed that there was more tenderness on his handsome face. Strangely, Patrick was not drenched.

"Your father and grandmother went home early from the hospital. He'll definitely complain if he sees you in such a mess."

Betty grumbled at Christina.

Actually, getting wet was not a big deal, especially for her niece who always hurt herself before. Maybe Christina just wanted to bathe in the rain.

"Stay here." Betty then hurried to get a clean towel.

"Okay."

Christina stood at the door. Water was dripping down her body, and her long black hair was sticking to her fair face. She was like Sadako.

"Patrick, go in." She turned to look at the man beside her. There were beads of rain on her long eyelashes, and her clear eyes were pure and beautiful.

But Patrick did not move. He looked at her affectionately, and gently stroked her hair sticking to her cheeks with his big palm.

"Do I look like a ghost now?" She smiled.

Patrick, who had always been cold, chuckled. Without saying anything, he smoothed her hair back.

He looked at her quietly, his eyes focused and gentle.

Christina felt a little awkward. She turned her face slightly and subconsciously took a step back. However, Patrick pulled her back quickly, carried her tightly in his arms, lowered his head, and kissed her.

His lips were hot and he kissed hard.

Christina was drenched in the rain, and her cheeks was a little cold. Now, Patrick suddenly kissed her, and she could clearly feel his burning body.

Her mind went blank for a moment and didn't wrench herself free until she saw Betty coming over with a big towel. Christina blushed and immediately pushed him away.

Oh, how embarrassing.

Betty was very surprised. She knew that they wouldn't break off all relations when she saw Patrick went back to the Dickens family with Christina, but he was a cold and rational man. It was unlikely that he couldn't control his surge of love and desire like normal young people.

Being stared by her aunt with meaningful eyes, Christina really wanted to escape from home. Her family had quite conservative views, but she and Patrick were so bold just now.

Christina reached for the big towel, wrapped it around her head, and rubbed her hair. "I'll go back to my room first." She gabbled and ran into the house.

Achoo.

She went back to her room to take a hot bath and stayed there for two hours before she dawdled downstairs. She felt an itch in her nose and sneezed.

"You're already a mother but still can't take care of yourself." Downstairs, Donald sat in the living room, planning to teach Christina a lesson.

Other girls were obedient, quiet, and decent, but Christina was always so casual. Donald really regretted allowing her grandfather to indulge her when she was a child.

Christina sat on the sofa opposite her father and said seriously, "Dad, it's incredible that I have two kids."

"Why?"

Donald snorted angrily, looked at Patrick who had been silent, and raised his tone coldly. "Things would be easier if you were not the father." Donald said with sarcasm. Obviously, he was still angry with Patrick.

If Patrick was not the kids' father, Donald would chase him out immediately.

Christina was confused why her father was angry, so she explained, "I mean I feel a little uneasy to be a mother."

Women always had this kind of feeling. Christina felt she was a student yesterday, but suddenly, she had been a mother.

"Humph, you are always imagining." Donald glared at her.

"Dinner's ready."

Betty took out the last pot of soup from the kitchen and shouted towards the living room.

"Just grab a little to eat. We'll go out for dinner tonight." It was a typical home-cooking meal, with three dishes and a soup.

Originally, Betty wanted to go to the market to buy more ingredients, but she delayed because she took Patrick's shirt to the cleaner, and it was already raining heavily before she went to the market. Besides, she received a call and was informed that Donald and Mrs. Dickens came back earlier, so she also hurried home.

They sat at the round table, unlike the long one in the Hopkins family. Although it was smaller, it made the family atmosphere warmer.

"Forgive me for the plain cooking. Have more."

Mrs. Dickens sat in the middle and greeted Patrick politely.

Patrick nodded at her and then started eating as gracefully as usual.

Patrick was well trained about the table etiquette by the Hopkins family, but the woman next to him was different. Christina stared at her bowl and did not eat.

Donald glared at her. "What are you doing? Eat." In contrast, Patrick was much better-mannered than her.