My billionaire husband spoils me too much novel Chapter 70

'Where is he?'

Christina pushed the door open and went into the bedroom. She put down the bowl of hot congee in her hand, turned but found he wasn't on the bed.

There was still half of the infusion hanging in the iron rack. The syringe was forcefully removed, and the liquid was dripping...

'He asked me to go downstairs and bring congee for him...'

'The man must take the opportunity to slip away.'

Christina was a little angry. Without thinking, she knew where he was. She immediately turned and walked towards the study.

"Are you that eager to know what's hidden in my study?"

However, when Christina held the doorknob of the study, a deep voice tinged with anger came from behind her.

Christina turned around and looked at him, confused.

The next second, she came to her senses and took a step forward. She gritted her teeth and said angrily, "Yes, I just wanted to sneak into your study while you were sick tonight and see what cruel things you have done in there!"

"You!" Patrick looked angry too.

There were fewer servants on the east side of the villa, and the corridor on the second floor was quiet. And they just stared at each other.

He did not speak again, but suddenly turned around and went back to his bedroom.

Christina stood still. Watching him striding away, she was even pissed off and a little aggrieved.

"... I just wanted to come and ask you to go to your bedroom for a rest."

She didn't want to explain this to him.

Because when he saw her standing outside the study, her first thought was that she was up to something.

Christina always felt that she and he were from different worlds.

There was such a gap in their status. Besides, he was too vigilant and suspicious, but she liked to keep everything simple.

The maid came in and took away the iron rack and the syringe by the bed, while Patrick sat in the small living room in the bedroom, hesitating over the bowl of congee on the coffee table.

Christina went straight into the bathroom to wash up quickly, then got into bed and fell asleep, completely ignoring him.

She had been running around for Patrick. He was the one who was having a high fever, but she was the one that had been busy. The bastard even removed the syringe before the infusion ran out...

She was very upset. She held the quilt and moved several times. After all, she was sleepy and fell asleep quickly.

The night was quiet. And it was 11 now, not very late. Patrick walked to the door and was about to return to the study. However, he stopped and looked back at the woman on the bed.

Patrick frowned. His fever was gone, but the medicine made him a little dizzy.

With some thoughts in his eyes, he turned off all the lights in the bedroom, walked to the bed, lifted the quilt, and lay down.

Christina was sleeping on the edge of the bed with her back to him. Patrick reached out and held her in his arms naturally.

She struggled once against his chest. Patrick hugged her tightly, and she gradually gave in, as if she was used to him being so domineering.

Christina was in a bad mood tonight, and even when she fell asleep, she kept a straight face.

The bedside lamp was very dim, and Patrick looked down at her quietly but wanted to laugh for some reason.

He knew that she had just been to the study to look for him, but he was... too nervous.

He didn't want her to know about those things.

He caressed her brows gently with his slender fingers. Perhaps because she felt itchy, she turned her head and rubbed her face against his chest, as if to stop him. Then she didn't frown now and was sleeping soundly.

Patrick's eyes lit up and a smile appeared on his grim face as he watched her like this.

He withdrew his hand and stopped caressing her face, but his eyes fell on her bright red lips...

He then leaned over to her, their breaths intertwined, very low and soft. He couldn't help holding his breath as he approached her.

Christina's long eyelashes trembled, but he didn't notice that she was pretending to be asleep.

Her heart was beating a little fast, but she was nervous even with her eyes closed.

She also felt a little strange. She didn't know why she didn't want to reject his kiss...

But just as Patrick was about to kiss her soft lips, he seemed to have remembered something and stopped.

Christina felt it was such a hard night.

She felt a little disappointed and a little sad.

But she was very angry. He teased her first!

She really wanted to punch him in the chest and kick him, but if she did these, he would know she was not asleep.

Christina didn't sleep well and kept tossing and turning in his arms.

And Patrick did not sleep well tonight. He reached out to touch her forehead several times to see whether she was infected by him.

Christina didn't sleep well in the first half of the night because she was angry. Early in the morning, her phone rang. What bastard was calling her?

"Who is it?!"

After grabbing the phone by the bed, Christina asked with resentment.

The man on the other end of the phone was stunned for a moment, then he said with some embarrassment, "Christina, it's me."

Christina didn't get enough sleep and was dizzy. She only felt that the voice was familiar. She pressed her phone on her ear casually and asked, "What's the matter?"