My billionaire husband spoils me too much novel Chapter 464

Charles and Erica both looked at her. It seemed that she was the one who was making trouble. Christina remembered what they had just said in the room.

Patrick deliberately asked her to participate in those so-called charities and made her busy with those things.

He didn't believe her and didn't want her to go to Derek's apartment.

He suspected she had hurt Ms. Hopkins, and he secretly installed many surveillance cameras.

Christina was getting angrier as she thought over, "Excuse me, can I go now?"

Patrick stood in her way. If it was usual, she would leave angrily by pushing him away. Now she had gone to several charities and had learned how to think for her husband and maintain her husband's dignity from those socialites, she had learned how to be gentle and obedient to her husband.

"Or do you want me to serve you to drink?" She gritted her teeth and said sarcastically.

Patrick looked straight at her and said with a little angry voice, "I didn't ask you to learn those."

"I'm really sorry. I'm not smart enough and my comprehension is too poor. I can't learn anything too profound." Christina raised her face and lowered her voice, trying to say calmly.

"I only learned one thing during this period of time, that is, if there are suspicions between the couples, their endings are always one cheat on another or divorce."

Cheating, divorce.

These words were a big taboo in marriage.

Patrick's face darkened when he heard them.

Seeing his gloomy face, Christina immediately asked, "Mr. Hopkins, can I go now?" She was trying to provoke him.

"Don't worry. I'm just going home, not looking for a man outside."

Christina could not pretend to be gentle at all and she had already run out of her patience. After roaring at him angrily, she picked her red sweater and strode away without looking at him.

Suddenly, the vibe turned down that no one made a sound.

Charles and the others looked at each other, then they looked at the figure on the other end of the corridor that was gradually disappearing from their sights.

Crystal had already foreseen it. In such a short time, how could Christina learn to curry favor with men? Slamming the door and leaving right away was what she would do in her nature.

It was actually good for couples to quarrel, which meant there were still ways to make up for it.

Crystal envied her for daring to speak out her thoughts straightforwardly. Even with a man like Patrick, she could vent her dissatisfaction. How uncomfortable it would be if a couple never express their inner thoughts to each other.

She glanced sideways at Erica, who was still so bright and charming. Recently Erica was staying in the Stephenson family, she had quitted the bad habits of smoking and staying up late, which made her more beautiful.

But Crystal felt she herself was even more overshadowed.

Crystal's was full of bitterness inside. What a perfect match when Erica and Chandler stood together.

Erica had been watching Christina's leaving. She raised her eyebrows, "Awesome." There was no emotion of likes or dislikes in her words, she was just telling the truth.

Regardless of the occasion, Christina left whenever she wanted. There were too many restrictions in modern society and too many fake smiles on people's faces, while the true temperament was a luxury.

Chandler glanced at Crystle. His first thought was that he didn't want Crystal to have too much contact with Christina. If Crystal got such a temper, he would not be able to bear it.

"We go first." Chandler took Crystal away.

Erica looked at Crystal and said generously, "Take my car. Chandler has a client to visit. Don't let him rush twice."

Crystal didn't say anything. They said goodbye to Charles and left.

Charles exclaimed in his heart, "The three of them could be in the same space!" Erica had changed a lot and disarmed her hostility to Crystal. Crystal was good-natured and may not have any strong emotions.

Patrick had never been interested in other's family affairs. He walked into the private room and sat down to think about something.

Charles immediately ran over and sized Patrick up, "I thought you would be angry." It seemed that Christina's leaving had not affected him much.

Patrick asked him indifferently, "What do you think I will do? Smashing something here?"

"If it was before, you would have a cold face all day," Charles told the truth. It was easy to feel that if he was in a bad mood.

"The fastest way to train a man's will is to marry a woman. You can learn to control your emotions every day." Though Patrick's tone was flat, he had learned a little humor recently.

Charles burst into laughter as he listened.

In the evening, Patrick came back home.

"Are you still angry?" He sat directly by the bed.

Christina lay on her side, ignoring him and pretending to sleep.

Patrick glanced at her, got up, and rummaged through the closet himself. Then he put on the Santa Claus red sweater, looked at himself in the mirror seriously.

Christina rolled over and shouted, "What are you doing? It's not yours!"

She had already planned to give the sweat to someone else tomorrow.

Christina was furious. Patrick took out his phone and opened his rarely logged-in WhatsApp, placed the evidence in front of her, and said, "This is the photo you sent me when you bought the clothes this afternoon."

Patrick added, "They are all mine."

"Shameless!"