My billionaire husband spoils me too much novel Chapter 510

"I'm going to take a nap. If you're still hungry, go to the fridge and get some mango pudding. I made two this morning..."

Lucy turned around and said frankly, "Next time, remember to make three, cause I have an incredible appetite, which was double to ordinary people."

Christina kicked her. "Hey, don't be annoying."

Crystal just smiled and agreed. "Okay." Then she turned around and went into the bedroom. She was very sleepy with pregnancy.

Although she was living a good life here, and was proud of being regarded as a good cook. But during these days, she had to force herself to be busy, because as soon as she was free, she would think of Geoffrey and Chandler. Did they eat well? Did Chandler drink? And did he have a stomachache? Whether Geoffrey lost his temper at home or not?

Just now, Charles and Chandler came over, outside the house. Christina warned her not to be soft-hearted and go out.

She had to plug her ears with earplugs, because as soon as she heard Chandler's voice, she was afraid that she would lose control of her feet and run out.

She wondered what he had just said. She was eager to know, but also afraid to know.

Since he came to look for her, so he was caring about her, right?

After meeting Erica that day, she was really angry. All she could think about was that this marriage was a joke, and divorce was the best choice. But she regretted it after a night. She couldn't bear to part with him.

What to do now?

Didn't she hide in this room all the time? Crystal covered herself with the quilt with a troubled mind and tired body. Soon, she fell asleep...

[...]

At 5: 30 pm, it was almost time to get off.

The light was still on in the general manager's office. Several program documents and proposals had been completed in advance, but he still worked overtime.

The door was knocked twice and someone came in.

"Make me a cup of coffee, and you can get off first." Chandler didn't look up. He thought it was his secretary. He casually left these words and continued to type.

"Chandler, it seems to be your mother's birthday today. Why are you still working overtime?" A familiar and hearty voice broke forth.

Looking up, it turned out to be Charles.

Charles had no merits, but he had a good memory, especially those special days and each girlfriend's birthdays.

As soon as Chandler asked this question, the phone in his pocket rang before he could answer him.

"... We decided not to dine out. Mom said it would be good to enjoy home cooking. When will you come back, Chandler?" It was Erica's loud voice.

"I'm busy at work. You can eat first." Chandler said calmly.

"What are you busy with? Just decline it. We are all waiting for you." Erica's voice became louder with dissatisfaction.

"Take this message to my mother. Also, I bought a jade necklace for her, which will be sent over by the clerk later."

Chandler finished his report as if he didn't want to listen to Erica's complaints anymore and quickly hung up the phone.

Charles looked at him in surprise, thinking that this guy was an excellent liar.

Charles stepped forward with a teasing look and tapped his finger on the table, pointing to the date on the program documents, which was in next month. "Busy man, is this why you were busy at work and don't go home to celebrate your mother's birthday?"

Then he deliberately exclaimed, "What an unfilial son, uh?"

Charles was just joking.

But Chandler replied with a bitter expression, "Yes, I'm an unfilial son."

His eyes were sad.

Chandler knew from a very young age that his parents preferred his eldest brother, who was calmer, liked to be quiet, focused on research, and cared about the family. He liked to accompany his parents, instead of busying around all day like him.

But his eldest brother died because of him, an unfilial younger brother.

"Come on, don't be gloomy. Cheer up." Seeing that he was so depressed, Charles immediately spoke louder to him, "I heard from Patrick that Crystal has been eating and living well at Christina's place recently. She is very well there. I heard that she has even gained two pounds."

"... That's good." Chandler thought for a moment and forced a smile.

From the bottom of his heart, he hoped that Crystal would live a better life.

Charles looked at him and muttered, "You don't need to worry about Crystal for she was taken good care of by the Siren Christina. But you're not doing well yourself."

As soon as he finished speaking, Chandler's face suddenly turned pale. He furrowed deeply and his right hand subconsciously touched his stomach, with the perspiration starting forth upon his brow.

Seeing that he was suffering, Charles knew what was going on. He hunted the room and asked, "Where is the stomach medicine?"

Chandler replied weakly,... "I'm fine." He could endure it.

Charles rolled his eyes at him. "If you don't do anything, you'll have stomach bleeding. You haven't eaten all day, have you?"