My billionaire husband spoils me too much novel Chapter 517

How did it feel to be spoiled by a wife?

It was rare for Patrick to have time off from work. He sat in a custom-made leather chair, holding his phone with his long fingers and scrolling through WhatsApp. Usually, he thought it was a waste of time to use social software, so the secretary set his schedule and informed him about social interaction. However, Christina liked to use WhatsApp, so he occasionally logged in to see what she had posted.

Coincidentally, he saw Chandler had just written this sentence in his moments.

''A man spoiled by his wife deserves to be envied. ''

Patrick frowned.

The communicator on the table rang. "Mr. Hopkins, Mr. Shepherd is outside the door now..." The secretary said seriously in a sweet voice.

"Let him in."

It was quite common for Charles to come over to the IP&G Group. He opened the door and walked in with a playful smile.

"Are you in a good mood," Patrick put his phone on the table, looked up at him, and added, "Or did you do something wrong?"

Charles revealed a stiff smile, afraid that Patrick would notice something.

He couldn't say he came to pry because he was worried that Christina would come to tell Patrick on him.

"Were all your ex-girlfriends nice to you?" Patrick suddenly asked him.

Analyzing his sudden question, Charles asserted Christina should have not complained yet, according to experience.

He said seriously in a pretending posture, "My ex-girlfriends loved me to death...But it would be troublesome if I met someone who was pestering me."

"How did they treat you well?"

Not intending to listen to his nonsense, Patrick cut to the chase.

From Patrick's cold tone, Charles was not sure whether he was in a good mood or not for the time being, so he said, to be on the safe side, "Patrick, I found that Christina has become very considerate and virtuous recently..."

"Really?" Patrick raised his eyebrows, wanting him to continue.

Charles smiled confidently. Whenever he wanted to avoid the topic, he would flatter Christina, which was the most pleasant to Patrick.

"Christina lives with Crystal. I saw she did the housework herself several times. She did cleaning, mopping, and dishes washing. She learned to bake biscuits from Crystal, which tasted good. It turns out she has a little talent for cooking."

"Oh."

With an expressionless face, Patrick gave a meaningful word.

Experienced, Charles immediately felt something was wrong.

"Patrick, did Christina tell you something?" Charles braced himself and asked, afraid that the salespeople of his company had offended Christina.

"What should she say to me?" Patrick asked vigilantly.

At this moment, Charles began to regret his asking.

Suddenly, the phone on the table lit up and rang.

Patrick picked up his phone and answered directly in a cool tone, "What's the matter?"

Charles was relieved, seeing Patrick ignore him. It must be Christina, or Patrick wouldn't have answered immediately.

It was because of her and thanks to her.

He scolded Christina in his heart.

The woman on the other end of the phone spoke bluntly. "Patrick, I'm not going back to the Hopkins family for dinner tonight." It was to inform him.

Patrick darkened his face a little and answered softly, "Okay."

Being with him, Christina was not as cautious as Charles, but knowing Patrick's temperament very well, she knew he was not happy about that.

"Originally, Crystal asked Chandler to select a new house and eat out tonight, but Chandler seemed to have something urgent to do. Crystal was bailed on, so I went back to have dinner with her..." She explained dutifully.

But Patrick quickly asked her in a cold and deep voice, "What are you doing over there, mopping the floor, washing the dishes, or baking cookies?"

Charles looked at Patrick in a daze, who was clearly angry.

Hearing this, Christina felt guilty for a moment and did not know how to answer, wondering why he knew that she was doing housework here.

The night before yesterday, Patrick said his shoulders were sore after he had a video conference in the study for a long time. He asked her to give him a massage, but she confidently told him that she had no time and asked him to lie down in the massage chair by himself.

Charles was secretly glad that it was not pointed to him this time.

Christina was very confused who told Patrick these trivial things.

"... Tell our grandpa I'm not going home for dinner tonight," Pretending not to know that he was angry, Christina added awkwardly, "I'll go back early and massage you."

Christina had never improved her massage skills.

Patrick held the phone without saying anything.

Christina darkened her face, seeing him not satisfied.

"... Then I'll go back and wash your hair." She remembered once when Patrick's hand was injured, she took the initiative to wash his hair, which made him seem to be in a good mood.

Holding the phone, Patrick still didn't speak.

Christina's face darkened. "Then, what do you want?"

"Christina, you're not willing to do anything for me, right?" Patrick suddenly asked her in a calm tone.

Feeling that he was a little strange today, Christina thought maybe someone gave him some bad counsel.