My billionaire husband spoils me too much novel Chapter 85

Gordon Hotel.

In the luxurious private room, there was a table of delicious food, but Christina was very restrained. She put down her knife and fork, nervously took up a glass of milk in her right hand, took a sip, and secretly glanced at the man opposite her.

He didn't eat anything.

Christina hesitated for a moment and couldn't help but say, "Patrick, you..." 'What does he want to do?'

She was just waiting for someone at the IP&G Group, then she was inexplicably dragged hereby Patrick. He had the manager serve a table of food, but he just sat there with a straight face and he didn't eat.

Patrick leaned back against the chair, his brows slightly furrowed with weariness, and lazily glanced at the food on the table as if he had no appetite.

Hearing her voice, Patrick looked up at the woman opposite him. He was a little strange today, and his burning eyes stared straight at her.

The corners of his lips were slightly pursed, as if he was hesitating if he should say that.

All of a sudden, a series of crisp ringtones rang from the coffee table in the private room. Christina was stunned and immediately stood up and walked over.

It must be Crystal.

"Hey, it's my phone!"

Patrick moved faster than her. He walked up quickly, picked up the phone on the coffee table, refused the call, turned it off, and threw the white phone on the sofa.

Christina stood aside, annoyed. "What are you doing? That's my friend..."

She didn't finish her sentence when Patrick suddenly put his arms around her waist...

Christina was astonished.

He held her in his arms...

Christina was pushed onto the sofa. She lowered her head, opened her eyes wide, and looked at Patrick in disbelief.

Patrick's head rested on her legs, his face buried in her soft belly, his hands around her waist, and he lay on his side on the wide sofa, then... Fell asleep.

"Hey..." She called awkwardly, her cheeks reddening.

He didn't respond. His breathing was deep and gentle, as if he was exhausted, and he wanted to have a good rest.

"Patrick."

She lowered her voice and called his name again.

Christina didn't know if he was just ignoring her question, or if he was really tired. She didn't believe this man just treated her as a pillow.

Christina was very embarrassed. She looked around the luxurious room and looked down at the man lying on her lap. Her face was redder and redder...

'What does this guy want? He doesn't say anything!'

With her eyes falling on his side face, somehow Christina was obsessed with his handsomeness. She was not a boy crazy, but this man was really amazing enough to make her eyes fix on him.

He was a Eurasian hybrid with deep facial features and fair skin, and his figure was very... Without a doubt, he could make any woman scream because of his appearance, not to mention his background and decisive temper.

'Such a man is mine...'

Christina was a little confused. She would never forget that a man like him was dangerous.

"Christina must be afraid of him..."

"Patrick usually kept her at home, so how could he bear to take her to the basement..."

There was a faint sound coming from outside the private room. Christina could not hear it clearly, but she felt that the sound was familiar. When she looked up, the door was opened.

All of a sudden, their eyes met. Charles was standing outside the door, staring at the sofa with his eyes widened like he saw a ghost.

Christina felt awkward. She looked down at Patrick on her lap and opened her mouth, intending to say something to Charles, but she failed.

Click.

The door to the private room was quickly closed by Charles!