My billionaire husband spoils me too much novel Chapter 469

[In the Club.]

Patrick didn't like to participate in social gatherings made up of people from many backgrounds. He did not have so many casual acquaintances. But he was not that isolated or lonely. He met most of his friends during boxing in the club, practicing shooting, and horse racing in suburbs.

Patrick arrived at the club and went straight to the boxing stage for two rounds of games. He had short black hair and his forehead was covered in sweat. He fought for more than 50 minutes, then took off his gloves and shook hands with his opponent. After that, he went to the bathroom to shower and change into a new suit. Then he came out.

Many people were watching from the audience. Charles looked at the other player in blue who had just stepped down from the stage. Seeing that his left face was bruised, Charles smiled and handed him a glass of Brandy.

"Bad lucky today," Charles spoke bluntly and teased this friend with a smile.

He took the glass, drank it in one gulp, and took a deep breath. He then shook his head and pretended he was in pain, "Patrick is in a bad mood tonight."

Tonight, he boxed with Patrick for two rounds, which was so exhausting. In the final stage of the game, he couldn't bear it anymore. Before he realized it, his cheeks were punched by Patrick and got bruised.

Charles laughed, "I escaped a disaster. Fortunately, this idiot came on stage to take the blows. Otherwise, I would suffer tonight."

Charles laughed gloatingly, then he was punched in the stomach by the man and screamed.

They frequented this club a lot. Men were under great pressure at work. Apart from going to noisy bars and nightclubs, some people especially liked to vent in the sports area. They were old friends.

As a married man with a wife and a child, Chandler came a little later and missed the boxing just now. However, looking at Charles's sly smile, he could roughly guess something.

"Did Patrick and Christina quarrel?"

Chandler sat down. The seasoned bartender at the bar counter served him a cocktail of low alcohol concentration. His wife did not allow him to drink wine with a high concentration of alcohol. After listening to it many times, he really listened to it and gradually developed a habit of it.

Charles was a single bachelor, and he did not have a wife restricting him. He then ordered another glass of Brandy.

He took a sip. It was cold and chill. He then said straightforwardly, "Chandler, you're wrong. It wasn't that Patrick quarreled with Christina."

"If you see that Patrick is in a bad mood, it must be that he quarreled with Christina. You should say it the other way around, when did Patrick quarrel with anyone? It's all Christina's fault, that witch..."

Charles kept spitting. Then he looked up and saw Patrick had already come out of the bathroom for a shower. Patrick had changed into new clothes. Charles quickly shut up and took another sip as if nothing had happened.

Chandler pursed his lips and smiled when he saw Charles behave so cowardly.

Many women believed that when men were gathering together, they must do drinking, smoking, and talk about women. It was indeed so. But when men got together to talk about their wives, it was actually more amusing than watching many comedies.

Patrick sat down and glanced at them without saying anything. The experienced bartender served him wine very skillfully.

Patrick was the owner of the club, and a lot of the treasured wine at the bar was reserved for him. Once Lucy dared to steal one of the bottles and drink it, people in the whole club had been nervous for half a month.

It turned out that Patrick was a very generous boss, or rather, he would not care about such a trivial matter at all. He rarely flew into a rage, but it was rare to see him laughing happily. The staff of the club were afraid of him and also respected him deeply.

Therefore, the bartender was particularly curious about the "Christina" mentioned by Charles and others during the talking. As he served them wine, he pricked up his ears to listen to some internal gossip and wanted to know more about the "proprietress."

"Patrick, I'll teach you a way to deal with women. It always works out."

Charles was drinking and was in a high spirit. Everyone was having a good time at the club. He decided to teach Patrick some private skills, "If a woman suddenly makes trouble out of no reason, then ignore her for three days. At most seven days, then they will give in."

Charles's girlfriends used to be like this. If they were angry, he would leave them alone for a few days, and then they would be obedient.

Patrick turned to look at him, frowning slightly, as if he was really thinking about the feasibility of this plan.

Chandler looked at them and couldn't help laughing, "Charles, don't be full of bad ideas."

"What a bad idea? I've been through a lot of love battles." Charles spoke confidently, "If you ignore a woman for a few days, she will reflect on themselves..."

"But there is not a single one called Christina, among all your batches of girlfriends. Haha..." Chandler felt that his approach was unreliable.

Patrick soon understood that Charles's moves against women were unreliable, or at least they were useless to Christina.

Patrick felt that it was practically dreaming if he wanted to let Christina reflect on herself.

Last night Christina acted with such confidence and refused to let him sleep in the bedroom. She threw the pillow at him and refused to share the same bed with him.

Christina slammed the door angrily and shouted for him to reflect on himself.

Patrick frowned at the thought of his wife at home. It was impossible to tell these brothers about his family matters. It was a matter of male dignity. He continued to remain silent and took another sip from his glass.

Seeing that Patrick was silent, Charles then looked at Chandler, who was smiling gently. Both Patrick and Chandler were all married men. How could they be so different?

"Anyway, Crystal really has a good temper. When Erica lived in the Stephenson family, she didn't say a word. If it was Christina, she would have torn down your Stephenson family."

Charles sighed for a moment. He felt that whether a man was happy after marriage might depend on what kind of wife he married.

"Christina and Crystal are obviously good friends. Why are their characters so far apart? Haven't they been assimilated after being together for so long?"

Chandler reacted strongly, "Stop joking. If Crystal becomes like Christina..."

"How's Christina?"

Patrick, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly looked up and asked coldly. He was looking at Chandler with deep eyes.

Chandler was shocked and did not come back to his senses. He felt a little scared by being gazed at so suddenly.