Spoil My Errant Wife (Patrick and Christina) novel Chapter 33

"How is that possible? This is your WhatsApp account..." Carrie handed her the phone.

Connie looked at the screen and immediately became nervous.

"It's usually my manager who helps me with my Twitter and WhatsApp,’ Connie felt that someone was manipulating it and immediately called her manager, who said that he didn't post it today.

Connie was in a panic.

She suddenly thought of something.She knew that some people could easily get her password...

"Sis, if you didn't send the text, then who did it..."

Carrie looked puzzled.

Just as she asked, a tall figure happened to stride past a corridor on her left.

Carrie looked into the man's deep eyes and was stunned.

Patrick glanced at them coldly, holding a stack of documents in his right hand, and strode past them.

Carrie and Connie's hearts trembled.

With that cold look, he was Clearly warning...

"It's him?"

Carrie spoke in a trembling voice and immediately grabbed Connie's hand in fear.

"Sis, what are we going to do? Did he know about the kidnapping of Christina last time..."

Carrie quickly consoled herself.

"No way.Cecilia has come back, so he doesn't care about Christina's kidnapping anymore...’ Otherwise, according to his character, he must have done something already.

But just now...Connie's mind was in a mess.

Clearly, It was Patrick who sent the WhatsApp text to Carrie.

"Why did he suddenly ask me to bring the child to Hopkins Family?" Carrie was frightened.

Connie's face was filled with fear.

"I don't know.’ Patrick wanted Carrie to marry Cory? But why did he do that...What exactly did he want to do?

 "Who knows what he's thinking? He's so hard to deal with.Patrick, you bastard..." Christina had a rough day.

She soaked in warm water in the bathtub, splashing the water angrily, creating bubbles.

Donald and Cory had already left, but Christina had no appetite.

She didn't even have dinner tonight.

She was alone in her bedroom, sulking.

Originally, she thought that a bath would calm her down.

However, she became more upset.

Cory and Carrie were about to get married.

Donald was biased against the two b*tches, and Patrick was angry at her for no reason...

"Why is it all my fault? Why is it so unfair? Why!"

Her cheeks were flushed with anger and she had been venting her complaints in the bathroom.

Even Christina herself did not know how long she had been soaking in it.

She felt a little dizzy.

When she tried to get up, she found that her limbs were weak.

With a thud, she fell back into the bathtub.

With water in it, she was not hurt.

Just as she was about to call the maid, she heard the door open quickly.

"Can you help me? My legs are weak..."

She was soaking in the bathtub, playing with bubbles in boredom.

"You! You've been here since afternoon?"

The voice was cold with suppressed anger.

Christina's mind went blank.

She raised her head and looked at the person in adaze.

Before she could see the person clearly, the person seemed to be ina rage and went forward to pull her out of the bathtub...

Christina accidentally hit his strong chest with the tip of her nose.

"What are you doing? Can't you be gentle..."

She rubbed her nose and immediately complained.

The man was so angry that he wanted to scold her...

"I feel a little cold..."

Suddenly, the woman in front of him muttered fearlessly.

"Christina, if you catch a cold, I'll."

As soon as his threatening words were spoken, Christina instantly looked up, only to see that the man in front of her was Patrick.

Patrick looked at her dull appearance.

His face was darkened.

He immediately grabbed the large towel beside him, wrapped the woman up, and carried her out of the bathroom.

"Don't move!"

He carried her to the side of the bed and wanted to throw her directly onto the bed, but her long hair was wet! Christina had bathed for too long, and her whole body was weak and powerless.

It was rare for her to be obedient and let him do whatever he wanted.

She just lied in his arms and rest her head on his shoulder.

She felt it comfortable to lean on him.

From time to time, she complained, "Patrick, don't pull my hair so hard.It hurts."

Patrick lowered his eyes and glared at her reddish face.

He grabbed a towel in his right hand and dried her hair.

Mr.Hopkins had never served a woman, let alone blow-dry her hair.

Therefore, it took Patrick a lot of effort to dry her long hair.

"Christina! Turn over” Her hair was still wet on her forehead.

She lay on him like a koala, not even bothering to move.

Patrick had no choice but to hold the hairdryer and point it at her forehead...

"Ouch, why are you using the hairdryer to blow my face? It's so hot!"

Christina screamed as if someone was going to murder her and she struggled to resist with both hands.

Patrick tried not to get angry.

"Shut up!"

But Patrick was really not good at blowing her hair.

The hot fan blew on Christina's scalp, and she couldn't stand it anymore...

"Please stop.Stop."

The maids outside the door looked nervous and wanted to go in, but they didn't dare.