My billionaire husband spoils me too much novel Chapter 483

After hanging up the phone with his aunt, Christina sat on the bed uneasily and looked at the door from time to time.

The spacious bedroom was brightly lit.

It was 1:00 in the morning, Patrick had not returned to the bedroom to rest.

Usually, when it was time to go to bed, she would go to bed early and not wait for him.

Tonight, Christina stared at the clock on the wall and wondered, "It's so late. What is he doing in the study?"

She was wearing a long aqua blue pajama silk dress. With her long, loose, black hair, she walked out her bedroom. As she passed down the wooden corridor, her footsteps seemed a little abrupt in the stillness of the night, and the maids on duty in front of her looked up at her when they heard the sound.

"Junior Mrs. Hopkins."

"Hush."

Christina immediately motioned them not to speak and asked in a low voice, "Is Patrick in the study?"

The maid standing in front of the study nodded at her.

Christina hesitated for a while, looked at the door of the study, but did not speak.

The maid didn't know what Christina was thinking and asked carefully, "Junior Mrs. Hopkins, what can I do for you?"

Christina felt embarrassed as she couldn't figure out why she didn't sleep in the middle of the night and ran to the study to look for him.

She couldn't tell him that she missed him.

" I'll go in myself." Christina raised her voice slightly to hide her embarrassment.

"Yes."

The maid immediately stepped back.

Christina opened the door uncomfortably. As she saw the nervous look on the maid's face, she wondered, "Is it possible that I've spent so much time with Patrick that I'm prone to behave in a way that scares the underlings as much as he does?"

"What's the matter?"

Patrick spoke up the moment she opened the door.

Christina, the uninvited guest, was startled as she never expected Patrick to react so quickly. But how did he know it was her?

Patrick first looked at her slightly pale cheeks and saw her clear eyes, and it was obvious that she did not suddenly wake up. Then, as he looked down, he saw her collarbone, and the pajama top was open with two twisted buttons to reveal her breasts.

"Not asleep yet?"

Patrick looked away from her chest and asked her in a low voice.

Christina did not notice his burning look just now. She was very restrained by the question. Instead of answering his question directly, she asked him, "What are you doing in the study so late?"

She wanted to let him rest early.

It was not unusual for a wife to be concerned about her husband working late. But Christina thought it would be strange and awkward for her to express her concerns about him.

At this moment, Patrick was thinking about her wandering around in pajamas in the middle of the night. All the maids were on duty in the corridor just now, therefore there should be no men.

He did not notice Christina's concern just now.

Christina looked at his sudden silence and frowned, and she felt that he deliberately avoided and hid something.

"What did you just say?"

A moment later, Patrick realized that he had been distracted.

Christina's initial awkwardness and restraint transformed into anger. She made up a random excuse, "My aunt called to tell me that my dad's birthday is the day after tomorrow. I want to take the twins back to the Dickens family."

He sensed from the stiff tone of her voice that she was angry.

Patrick listened and raised his eyebrows. He really didn't understand why women's emotions could change so quickly.

"You want to take the children back to the Dickens family." He repeated her words.

Before he could have done his speaking, Christina said firmly and interjected, "I don't care if grandpa agrees or not. Anyway, I have to take the babies back to the Dickens family. I have promised them."

Senior Mr. Hopkins loved his grandchildren so much that he didn't usually take them out. Christina could hardly see her children, let alone take them out of the house.

Patrick naturally knew his grandfather's temper.

"Find a cardboard box and smuggle the children out." Patrick calmly replied to her.

Smuggle the children out?

What kind of stupid idea was this?

Christina didn't expect him to answer that way. Did he agree?

"We are the babies' biological parents. But we have to take them out secretly."

Christina complained, then muttered to herself, "Tomorrow I'm going to talk to grandpa."

Hearing her complaints, Patrick chuckled. He stood up from his office chair, turned off his laptop, closed a few documents, and prepared to leave the study.

He said to her, "Don't mention it to grandpa for the time being."

Patrick knew his grandfather's temper best.

He tidied up the pen on his desk and covered it, looked up, into her eyes, and said calmly, "Act first and report afterwards." It was the best way to deal with his grandfather.

Christina said to herself, "This is Patrick's style."

Therefore, Senior Mr. Hopkins couldn't deal with Patrick.

Patrick turned off the lights in the study. Realizing that he was going back to his bedroom to rest, Christina followed him out of the study. They walked slowly along the corridor.

Christina felt that Patrick was old-fashioned and straightforward. But lately, Patrick had picked up the sense of humor from Charles, and she usually took a long time to react to his jokes.

"Patrick, do you have any hobbies?" She asked directly.

Patrick, who was walking in front of her, suddenly stopped, turned around, and looked at her face strangely.

He wondered why she suddenly asked that.