My billionaire husband spoils me too much novel Chapter 64

He slept soundly.

Faint sunlight was out the hospital window. When Christina woke up, it was around 6:00 am. For most people, it was still early, but...

She looked at the man lying next to her with a complicated expression. Patrick was used to getting up early, and he rarely slept so deeply.

He seemed very tired.

Yesterday was the anniversary party of the group. And the kidnapping must have exhausted him.

Christina looked at his face and had a strange feeling.

He was so close to her and she could feel his unique cool breath...

He slept soundly with his right arm wrapping around her waist. This cold and dangerous man was sleeping so relaxed beside her.

'It is as if he belongs to me at this moment.'

'What am I thinking about!' Her cheeks were slightly red. Christina lowered her head not to look at him.

She turned down the guard bar of the bed on her side. She complained secretly. She really didn't understand why he didn't go back to rest but insisted on sleeping with her in the hospital bed.

She could never know what Patrick was thinking. He hid too many secrets in his heart.

She moved to the side of the bed and gently removed his large hand from her waist.

He had the habit of sleeping with her in his arms, and she didn't notice when he got the habit.

However, just as Christina carefully raised his right hand, she paused.

"He's hurt," she murmured, a little surprised.

There was a deep cut on his right palm. It seemed that he was hurt by a wire, and the cut had already solidified into blood, but it was obtrusive in his slender and fair hand.

She stared at the scar on his palm, feeling a little uncomfortable.

Christina reached out her other hand and gently touch the wound even though she didn't know why she did that.

It should be very painful.

Her eyes were focused as if she was thinking about something.

"What are you thinking about?" The husky voice suddenly came.

Christina looked guilty. "When-when did you wake up?" Embarrassment flashed across her face and she let go of his hand as if nothing had happened.

"I just woke up." She wondered if he caught a cold because Patrick's voice was a little hoarse.

He did not notice her movements. He looked up at the clock on the wall and frowned as if he felt that it was a little late to wake up at 6 o'clock.

He quickly lifted the quilt and got up with his right hand pressed against the bed...

"Pay attention to the wound on your hand..." She looked at him and spoke subconsciously.

Patrick sat up straight from the bed, turned to look at her curiously. His dark eyes lit up because he noticed that she was worried.

He raised his eyebrows and stared at her with a burning gaze. "What's the matter?" His hoarse voice sounded blurred.

Christina blushed slightly and pursed her lips. "Your palm is bleeding."

Only then did Patrick check the wound on his right palm, which was oozing blood again, but he didn't pay much attention.

"Last night..." He stood up directly and changed the subject.

"What happened last night won't happen again." He stood up straight and narrowed his eyes, looking into hers.

He spoke in a low voice, but it seemed like he was promising something.

Christina looked at the man with a confused expression.

She did not reply but was flustered.

He was promising her.

She knew that this man would not say sweet love words, but what he said was more reassuring than that because he would do what he said.

Christina sat quietly by the bed while Patrick went into the bathroom to wash up.