Spoil My Errant Wife (Patrick and Christina) novel Chapter 38

Christina rolled over on the bed with the quilt in her arms and suddenly opened her eyes.

It was already 9: 00 in the morning, and she got up nervously from her bed...

She was slightly startled and felt a little strange.

Usually at 5 am, the maid would wake her up to accompany the old master for breakfast.

Why didn't anyone wake her up today? Sitting on the bed, she glanced around the bedroom and subconsciously looked at her side...

He didn't come back last night.

When Christina thought of Patrick, she was a little depressed.

She quickly got out of bed and went to the bathroom to wash up.

When she picked up the towel to wipe her face, she suddenly found that her right hand was almost cured.

She frowned slightly and examined her fingers carefully.

She leaned her nose closer to her fingers and smelled the medicine.

"Who did this?" She was confused.

"Ma’am.' 

At this time, the maid pushed the door open and came in with a bowl of porridge.

"Did you call a doctor last night?"

Christina popped her head out of the bathroom and asked the maid.

The maid quickly placed the porridge on the table and looked worried.

"No, it’s just that Young Master told us not to wake you up this morning.Ma'am, are you feeling unwell?"

"I'm fine"

Christina felt complicated in her heart for a moment.

After finishing her porridge, she stayed alone in her bedroom, with her mind a little confused.

Sitting cross-legged on the bed, staring at her right hand, she wondered if it was Patrick who drugged her.

‘’So he came back this morning…”

‘’Then last night...Did he stay with Cecilia last night?’’ Christina suddenly wanted to know everything.

She turned around, grabbed her cell phone, searched for Cecilia's name, and immediately a bunch of related news came up.

Her expression grew colder as she scanned the news.

She fixed her eyes on a snap on her phone screen.

In the underground parking lot of the Fireworks Bar, the woman could not be seen clearly with her back facing the camera, but the man's cold profile...

Christina recognized Patrick immediately.

"How could they do such things in a car..."

She bit her lips and murmured, feeling a little uncomfortable.

She stared at the photo and was annoyed.

"Are you blind? Why are you attracted by that woman? She had a plastic surgeon!"

However, Patrick liked her.

Charles also said that he only had one girlfriend, his precious Miss Jones.

"I'd better not talk about her plastic surgery, in case I would get scolded again.’ Christina was in a bad mood, so she threw her phone away.

She had just thrown her phone at the head of the bed when the door suddenly opened.

Christina looked up subconsciously, and the man at the door was staring at her.

Their eyes met but they all kept silent.

Christina turned her head and climbed to the head of the bed as if she was hiding something.

She picked up her phone and immediately deleted the information she had been browsing.

She didn't want him to know that she was investigating Cecilia's affair with him.

She didn't want him to know that and didn't want...to make herself more humble.

Patrick did not know what she was thinking.

He just stared at her with fixed eyes and walked towards the bed.

"Why did you go to the Fire Club with Charles last night?"

He suddenly asked in a deep voice.

Christina's face darkened when he mentioned what happened last night.

"Nothing," she replied perfunctorily.

Patrick tried to soften his tone and said, "Don't go to the club..."

"Why!"

Christina suddenly raised her head and glared at him.

"Are you not letting me out because of the rules of the Hopkins Family? Or are you afraid that I will embarrass you?"

When Christina thought about what happened last night and the 'car sex' photo, she became angry and unconvinced.

"Your Miss Jones is a famous movie star.Her face is everywhere in social media and magazines.Since I look so similar to her, why can she..."

"You are not her!"

He blurted it out but his voice sounded strange.

Patrick looked at her with mixed emotions in his eyes and warned her in a cold voice, "Do as my words! You'll always have bodyguards with you when you go out.Christina, don't make trouble for me.I don't have that much time to take care of you.’’ 

She could not understand the coldness in his eyes at this moment but suddenly felt a little aggrieved.

Every time, he used a different standard to measure her and his Miss Jones.

She didn't want to argue with him.

She kept reminding herself that she didn't have the right to ask for his justice, but sometimes, she just...

She just couldn't help but care about his attitude.

Although he was indifferent, sometimes, he was gentle to her.

She was trying to pretend to ignore his tenderness but greedily wanted to get it.

Christina lowered her head, her eyes slightly red.

She got out of bed and went to the closet to change her clothes, then walked out the door.

"I'll go downstairs to accompany grandpa."

She spoke in a weak voice, sounding like a stranger.

Patrick gazed at her with complicated eyes.

Just as she reached the bedroom door, he suddenly called out to her, "Christina.”

Christina stopped but did not turn back.

Christina just stood there and waited for his order.

Anyway, he would have nothing more to say than to order her.

"That cake..."

He asked tentatively, sounding like he was hiding and bearing something.