Spoil My Errant Wife (Patrick and Christina) novel Chapter 22

Christina sat alone on the plank of the small inner room of the cave-dwelling, looking down at her abdomen.

Thinking of Patrick's words, she was upset.

"Christina, don't be angry with your husband." Anna walked in slowly and kindly advised.

Christina immediately retorted, "He's not my husband!"

Husband! She was unable to stand hearing that Patrick was her husband.

Anna said with a smile, "It happens that couples have conflicts.Sometimes men are dull and not good at expressing themselves.Communication solves misunderstandings."

Christina remained silent.

‘Did Charles just say that the person who took me away was not sent by Patrick? Is it true? But he was so mean to me in the hospital before..’ She thought to herself.

"Drink while it's hot.Don't starve the baby in your belly.’ Anna handed her a large porcelain bowl of black bean-stewed eel.

Christina looked up at the soup with hesitation.

"Your husband cooked this for you himself.Come on."

Anna smiled kindly and urged.

Thinking of Patrick, she couldn't help but exclaim, "Your husband is really handsome.He has such a good temperament, way better than my husband."

Anna, who was not well-educated, could only describe Patrick as handsome.

Christina's face immediately darkened and she said angrily, "You don't know.When he is angry, he is like a lunatic.’ 

Anna was blinded by Patrick's appearance.

The more she thought about it, the angrier she became.

She glared at the soup in front of her grumpily.

‘Why should I starve myself?’ I thought.

Christina took the bowl in Anna's hand with a straight face and stuffed it into her mouth with a spoon, cursing Patrick in her heart.

"You really have a sassy wife."

Charles could not help but sigh outside the drapery of the door.

Originally, he was worried that Christina would refuse to eat, but he was surprised to see that she was wolfing down the soup, treating it as her enemy.

Patrick didn't say anything, but there was a slight smile in his eyes, Christina quickly finished the big bowl of soup and was in a particularly happy mood.

She smiled brightly at Anna, "Thank you."

She beamed a smile, with two shallow dimples on her fair cheeks.

Patrick looked at her and lost his mind for a moment.

"Who's outside?"

Anna heard something and called out.

Charles, who was caught red-handed, pursed his lips awkwardly.

"Well, Patrick was worried..."

As soon as he spoke, he turned around and saw Patrick was out of sight, only to realize that he had left.

Christina snorted at Charles outside the door, "Charles, you pervert.”

There was only a wooden bed in the cave, which was originally where Mr.and Anna slept.They gave up the bed to Christina to rest, but she refused.

"Christina, aren't you shameless? Why do you want to sleep on hay with us tonight?" Charles teased her.

Christina shot an angry glance at him, ignored him, and went to the corner to sit on a haystack and take a nap.

It was already 12 o'clock.

Patrick and the others had burned three fires in the empty hall of the cave.

They sat cross-legged near the fire and their wet clothes had been dried.

But the wind was howling outside the door, accompanied by heavy rain.

This horrible and strange voice had been ranging all night, making them sleepless.

Huddled, Christina leaned back against the wall, holding her knees.

She was very sleepy.

She bent over and buried her head between her knees.

She soon fell asleep.

Unable to fall asleep, Charles and others were talking.

All of a sudden, Patrick gave them a look, then they noticed that Christina was asleep and immediately shut up.

One of them elbowed Charles in shock and asked incoherently, "Did Mr.Hopkins get struck by lightning?"

Charles looked at Patrick with a twisted expression.Then he reminded them seriously, "Don’t offend that woman..."

Patrick stood up and approached Christina.

He sat beside her by the hay and gazed down at her.

Christina leaned against the wall with her head rested on her knees.

She tilted her head, her face pale and haggard, and a few loose strands of hair hanging from her forehead.

Patrick reached out and smoothed a few strands of her messy hair on her forehead.

He did not notice that he was extremely gentle at this moment.

He touched her face with his big hand.

Feeling it was cold, he put his coat on her and looked at her in a daze.

She looked very sweet and quiet when she fell asleep.

But she was a tough woman when she woke up.

Suddenly, there was a loud bang.

The shabby and thick wooden door in front of them was opened by the strong wind because it was not locked.