Spoil My Errant Wife (Patrick and Christina) novel Chapter 290

Misfortunes never came singly.It never rained but it poured.

Christina carried two bags of trash to the first floor of the community and threw them away.

When she was in the elevator, a few male residents stared at her.

She was afraid to be found out, ill-at-ease all the way.She was simply wearing a lavender silk nightgown.

Fortunately, in such a cold winter, she had remembered to put on an overcoat, a dark green one in the Korean style, which made her much more stunning.

She was very attractive but in blue.She had forgotten to take the money and her cell phone...

No underwear, either.

Most importantly, the key to her home.

Wondering if these bad things would happen to others who rented a house, she lowered her head and stared at her fair and tender feet.

She could not help but sigh, walking in the neighborhood in flip-flops, sloppy.She was so ashamed that she wondered how she had survived all those years.

Maybe due to her catching a cold and getting a low fever, she forgot all these things.

For the first time, she did up all the buttons on her overcoat conservatively and went to the property administration office for help.

But it seemed that she was unfortunate.

"Hello, I'm a novice, so I don't know where the spare key is.Why don't you wait a minute?"

She looked at him and said, "When can I get the key?"

She subconsciously wrapped her overcoat, feeling awkward...

"Please call someone and ask.I am in a hurry to go home."

The officer didn't know the reason but confronted with such a beautiful woman, he promised to deal with it as soon as possible.

Additionally, he asked shyly if she wanted to sit in the rest room to wait.

"No, thank you."

She decided to go back to her apartment to wait.

It was 10 p.m.

Looking at the elevator entrance, there was a group of commuters who had just returned waiting for the elevator.

So she rationally decided to take the stairs.

She didn't want to take the lift with others due to the underwear.She sighed again.

There was some dust in the staircase, probably because there were few people passing by, the cleaners didn't sweep it.

At this time, she was the only one there, with her footsteps echoing.

With the lights on one by one because of her footsteps, it was very quiet.

She had to climb four flights of stairs.

Since she was not in a hurry, she lowered her head and walked slowly.

Just now, she heard that the officer called.

It seemed that the other officers had gone for a midnight snack.

So they would not come back within an hour at least.

"It means that she has to wait for at least an hour..."

She was upset.

If they forgot to return, she might spend the night in front of her door.

"Why not borrow a phone from a neighbor and ask Crystal to come over?"

She always thought of Crystal at critical moments.

Thinking about it, she suddenly bumped into a person because she never looked ahead while walking.She was shocked and looked up.

"You..."

She felt even more confused.It was a little dim, so what she saw was blurry.

She wondered if he was an illusion or real.

"Walk carefully." His voice suddenly broke forth.

So familiar the tone was, low but powerful.

She recognized his voice and screamed in panic, scared or astonished, "Why are you here?"

Patrick ignored her.He turned around and continued walking up the stairs.

She stood there in a daze for a second.She noticed that her home was on the left, but he kept walking...

"Patrick, you're the psycho in 502!"

She remembered something so her tone was a little complicated.She quickened her pace and caught up with him.

At this moment, the man standing in front of room 502 turned to look at her, as if he was dissatisfied with her "Psychopath."