My billionaire husband spoils me too much novel Chapter 412

They went back to the residence of the Hopkins family.

Christina felt mixed feelings when she walked through the gate of the Main Residence. She'd lived here for a year but she'd been in a different state of mind. At that time, she'd been hellbent on leaving this place after giving birth as if it was a job that she couldn't wait to quit.

Being brought home by Patrick now, she really felt she belonged to this family and got nervous as if she were a newlywed.

"What are you thinking?"

Patrick's velvet voice sounded when he noticed her frown.

"Nothing," Christina answered unnaturally as the driver opened the door for her and she got out.

"Welcome back, Young Master Hopkins, Junior Mrs. Hopkins."

Nanny Faang, the housekeeper, walked to them and took over the gift bags in their hands with a beaming face. "How is Mrs. Dickens? How was your trip?"

She'd been worried that Patrick would have a hard time in the Dickens family. Seeing them come back so soon was a great relief to her.

Christina looked around and asked, "Are the butler and grandpa not back yet?"

They'd come back the other day and Senior Mr. Hopkins had happened to go to visit a friend. He should've come back after so many days.

Nanny Faang smiled a little awkwardly. "Senior Mr. Hopkins called last night and asked about you. He'll be back in a few days."

Christina thought it weird but actually felt more comfortable without Senior Mr. Hopkins at home.

She pointed at a tea box and said, "This is some tea for grandpa. I hope he likes it..."

"He'll definitely like it," Nanny Faang blurted out excitedly.

"I hope so," Christina said without much emotion in her voice.

Christina was the type that could fake easy familiarity.

"You two go to the Eastern Garden to have a rest first. I'll go get the dinner prepared."

Nanny Faang was elevated. She rushed into the Main Residence with the gift bags in her hands and grabbed her phone to make a call as if she was in a hurry to make a report to someone.

Seeing Christina's thoughtful expression, Patrick said, "Grandpa thinks you may feel this place more comfortable without him." He actually thought the old man had left because he wasn't ready to face Christina.

Christina was perplexed. "Why?"

"He did something wrong and feels contrite."

Patrick's voice was flat as he sold his grandpa down the river without hesitation. Before Christina replied, he held her hand and walked towards the Eastern Garden.

Being half dragged, Christina didn't protest but her mind was racing.

They hadn't had a pleasant time the last time she'd met Senior Mr. Hopkins. Technically, she'd been kicked out of the house of the Hopkins family.

"Are you angry?"

Unsettled by her obedience, Patrick spun his head and cast his deep eyes over her face.

"What?" She looked up at him in a daze.

Patrick was amused by the silly look on her face and smiled. "What's on your mind?"

"Don't look at me like that." Christina flushed.

She paused and added awkwardly, "Tell grandpa I'm not angry with him." She didn't have the nerve to do that.

Patrick looked at her intently. He knew she wasn't angry with his grandpa. She was always so soft-hearted, thanks to which he could still be with her after all the harm he'd brought her.

Patrick felt very touched and suddenly threw his arm around her shoulders to bring her closer.

Christina was startled by the sudden intimacy. Unlike Charles and others toffs, Patrick was aloof to everyone. He was a block of ice and never flirted with women. Christina thought holding hands was all she could expect from him.

Christina suddenly came to a realization.

Patrick had barely dated any woman so he was quite reticent about his feelings.