My billionaire husband spoils me too much novel Chapter 63

"Christina, why did you suddenly turn up in the hospital? Who saved you?"

'Who was he?'

"I don't know."

She shrank back and buried her head in the quilt, ignoring him.

"You can't be jealous, can you? Patrick found that you weren't in the Hopkins House, so he was worried about you. We found Cecilia in the abandoned factory..."

Charles opened his mouth to explain, but when Christina heard "Cecelia", she went upset.

"You were not the one almost being stabbed in the stomach. You don't know how scary it was! You all think I'm strong. I'm not as weak and lovable as Cecilia and the others, that's true, but I'll be scared too." she roared angrily through the quilt.

Back then, she was trembling, wishing someone could come to help...

Charles didn't say anything more. He knew that after the kidnapping, the victim was bound to have some psychological shock.

So he turned around and walked out, closing the door for her.

Looking in the direction of the corridor elevator, he sighed, "Where is Patrick..."

"Patrick!"

Patrick had just stepped out of the elevator when he got entangled by a woman.

Cecilia was dressed in hospital clothes. After being rescued from the abandoned factory, she was sent to this hospital for observation. Although she was not seriously injured, she...

She ran towards him in anxiety and held his arm nervously. "Patrick, don't believe those doctors' guesses. Although my clothes are taken off, I'm not... not violated by those bandits. Really not..." She emphasized in an agitated voice.

Patrick looked at her coldly and withdrew his hand without a word.

"I'm not interested in that." His voice was cold.

Cecilia's face froze and he continued to explain with difficulty, "Patrick, I have only slept with you. Believe me, I wasn't..."

"As I said, I'm not interested in these things. I don't care about the truth."

He looked straight at her, his tone cold and ruthless.

"No. No..." She seemed to panic all of a sudden. She strode forward, wrapped her arms around him again, and said anxiously, "Patrick, we used to love each other so much. You are angry, aren't you? You are angry that I left three years ago. You didn't want me to get hurt, so you rushed over to save me tonight..."

"Let go!"

He looked at her impatiently and fiercely pushed her away with his right hand. Cecilia leaned back and almost fell against the wall.

Patrick didn't explain much. "Miss Jones, please stop bothering me." He warned coldly word by word.

"Why!"

She didn't want to give up!

"Patrick, you used to indulge and pamper me so much. I know you love me. The person you love is me!" She raised her voice and shouted at him with a guilty and frightened look.

He took a step closer to her. "Because it doesn't work..." He said inexplicably.

Cecilia looked at his cold face that was handsome enough to make a woman obsessed. She didn't understand what he was saying.

What did he mean by saying 'doesn't work'?

"Cecilia, I don't care about you. I don't care if you hide it from me. I don't care..."

Patrick suddenly extended his right hand to her. The slender fingertips touched her familiar face. "I don't care if you have plastic surgery or not."

When she heard the word "plastic surgery," she turned nervous.

He knew.

He already knew.

Patrick looked at her face and smiled. He seemed to be laughing at himself.

"I'm not going to pursue whether you hid your plastic surgery and background from me or even more... Not because I indulged you, but because I didn't care."

His low, light, and heartless words rang in her ears.