My billionaire husband spoils me too much novel Chapter 79

Christina was in a daze, not remembering how she got out of this horrible basement.

It seemed that she could still hear the sounds of fighting and bones breaking and the shrill cries...

In the quiet night, there was a champagne golden Rolls-Royce stopped in this dark alley. Someone opened the door for her. She stood by the door and turned to look at the left...

Just then, an anxious footstep came, and she heard someone reporting respectfully, "It's confirmed... After waking up at the Seattle private hospital, he immediately flew back, probably back to the Fisher Family in F City ..."

Christina didn't know what they were talking about and didn't want to know.

Patrick strode towards her expressionlessly. Under the dim street lamp, he was even more outstanding and dominating.

She lowered her head and quickly sat in the car without waiting for him to come near. She sat up stiffly and clenched her hands into fists, trying to hide her anxiety.

Patrick walked to her and looked at her profile with complicated eyes...

Bang -

Suddenly, he slammed the door.

"Send Christina home."

His cold and deep voice echoed in this wide and creepy dark alley.

Christina was startled, but she didn't look up. The car started quickly and drove away.

Until the car slowly drove out of the corner of the alley, she couldn't help but look behind her...

He was nowhere to be seen.

Along the way, she was very quiet. Her eyes were dazed as she looked at the speeding scenery through the car window, and her mind was in a mess.

Around 9 pm, the car arrived in Hopkins Family.

As soon as the car stopped, a maid ran up to her, looking nervous. "Ma'am, where have you been? Old Master is looking for you."

"Hello, grandpa."

She went to the mansion and found Mr. Hopkins was sitting on the sofa in the hall. His face was dark and he was obviously unhappy.

The old butler looked up and down at her. Seeing that she was safe and sound, he breathed a sigh of relief. "Ma'am, we are worried about you. We couldn't get through you..."

Her phone was broken by Cory.

But Christina didn't tell them. She looked up at the old man and said with hesitation. "I-I've been with Patrick."

"Patrick is back?" The old butler looked surprised.

Christina muttered a yes and looked down at her toes again, not wanting to speak.

Mr. Hopkins stood up from the sofa with his walking stick and walked to her and asked in a deep voice, "What happened?"

The old butler also looked at her suspiciously. Her expression was a little strange. It seemed that she was frightened.

She pursed her lips, not wanting to say anything.

Mr. Hopkins did not force her. He walked straight towards the door with his walking stick, leaving behind a sentence, "Nanny Faang made soup for you. Go to the dining room to eat something, and then go back to your bedroom to rest."

Christina felt warm. She followed Nanny Faang to the dining room for a simple dinner and then went back to her bedroom.

[ Don't do anything I don't like as he did... ]

"He's warning me."

She soaked in warm water in the bathtub. The bloody and cruel scenes she saw tonight came to her mind again.

She had never seen a basement like this, and he had never been an ordinary person. That place was strange and scary to her...

The water vapor blurred her vision and confused her thoughts.

[ Because Patrick was the one who saved you during your high school trip, you fell in love deeply with him... ]

[Christina, listen to me. He must have ordered those hooligans to harm you during your high school trip... He deliberately made the show. It was Patrick's show... ]

Cory was drunk. He shook her shoulders and yelled at her angrily.

Feeling a little dizzy, Christina got out of the bathtub. She wrapped herself in a large towel and turned to look at the full-length mirror on the wall.

She was lost in her thoughts, then lowered her eyes and muttered, "So, he saved me..."

[ You don't know him. No one knows him... ]

It was the end of March. She wore the bathrobe and walked to the window. In the distance, under the night, the street was brightly lit.