Spoil My Errant Wife (Patrick and Christina) novel Chapter 171

"Let's sit there for a while."

Walking out of the Fishers's banquet hall, it was already 9 pm.

The evening breeze was a little chilly.The banquet lights behind them shone brightly in the dark night.

As soon as they stepped out of the Fishers's gate, the vision became open wide and the light gradually dimmed.

The violin music behind also weakened…

Far away from the obsequious and worldly noise at the banquet, their heart also quieted down with this silent night.

Christina stopped in front of the Fishers's gate and looked around.

There were flower nurseries on both sides, and the parking lot was behind the villa of the Fishers the Fishers's birthday party was especially grand, with many distinguished guests from business and political circles invited.

Some cars being even parked outside the wall, the surrounding roads looked a little crowded.

Even for leaving, Christina and others had to wait for a while for the bodyguards to pick up the car.

"There are a few stone chairs over the pool.Let's sit there for awhile" 

Thinking that she had to wait anyway, Christina let go of Patrick's hand in a good mood and went straight to the right rear of the Fishers villa excitedly.

She curiously looked at the plants around and suddenly thought of the past.

She raised her voice and muttered, "By the way, there are two cantaloupe vines planted behind the rockery.I don't know if they will bear fruit this year..."

Looking at the woman's brisk pace in the front, she seemed to be in a good mood all of a sudden.

Patrick followed her with a slight frown.

In the back garden of the Fishers at night, there was dim orange streetlights.

The dim light made the night quieter the Fishers was not as grand as the Hopkinses, but the Hopkinses was too big.

Just a corner of lotus pond in the Hopkins's qualified for shooting terrifying scenes was always disliked by Christina.But here, she seemed to like it very much...She was rather familiar with the Fishers.

Patrick stopped.He was standing right under a streetlight.

In the dim yellow light, he stared at the woman in the front, with his eyes becoming increasingly suspicious...

"Christina, what are you doing there?" Charles followed them curiously.

Seeing Christina's sneaky behavior, he couldn't help but complain.

She bent over and squatted behind the rockery, fiddling with the vines with great interest.

"Wait a minute, wait a minute..."

Soon, however, Christina popped her head out of the tangled vines.

With a dark face, she cursed unhappily in the quiet back garden.

"Bastard, my cantaloupe vine got killed!"

Summer was the harvest season of cantaloupes.

Christina was a picky eater, but she liked fruits and melons.

She once buried two melon vines in the back garden of the Fishers excitedly with a flushed face, letting it grow quietly.

During that time, she ran more frequently to the Fishers.

Derek's uncle, Larry, had been bullying her all the time, saying that even if it bore fruit, it wouldn't be good.

In fact, the weather was not suitable so that the fruit wouldn't even be born.

Only some small flowers bloomed.

She was unhappy for quite a few days, but soon, Derek put a palm- sized melon in her hand.

Derek did not like talking, but he unexpectedly told her everything about it.

Roughly, it might have formed a young melon before, but it was bitten off by a damn mouse.

So it failed to live on.

At that time, maybe because of her young age or some deep feelings in her heart, she felt that something was destined to be a tragedy.

She was afraid of tragedy.

Looking at the young melon with broken vines, she cried so inexplicably and uncontrollably that Derek was scared and didn't know what todo.

"Christina, you seem to be quite familiar with the Fishers..."