Spoil My Errant Wife (Patrick and Christina) novel Chapter 39

"Why can't I play the piano in front of Patrick?"

Christina did not expect that Mr.Hopkins had actually ordered someone to buy a piano and asked her to play a cannon.

She thought she played well, but the butler on the side was nervous.

The butler looked a little embarrassed.

"Because Patrick hates..."

"Why can't Patrick's birthday be celebrated? The Hopkins Family doesn't celebrate the Lantern Festival?"

Christina looked at the butler curiously.

"This, this is actually..."

The butler's voice was muffled.

"Are you very concerned about that bastard?"

Sitting in the middle of the sofa, Mr.Hopkins took a sip of tea, put down the white jade teacup, raised his eyebrows, and asked back.

Christina looked a little awkward and immediately denied, "No"

"Ma'am, Patrick doesn't like others to interfere..."

The butler sighed as he spoke.

"Keeping me in dark, poker face."

Christina immediately muttered in a low voice.

Mr.Hopkins felt the same way and cursed angrily, "I don't know his bad temper inherited from who.Putting a poker face all day."

"Old man, that's not what you used to say..."

When the butler saw that the two of them were on the same page, he couldn't help but laugh, then picked up a photo album and handed it to Christina.

Christina took the photo album, opened it, and glanced at it casually.

She couldn't help but be surprised.

"This kid is Patrick!"

In the photo, a little boy about three years old, dressed in a light blue sailor suit and wearing a small-cap, obediently stood at the entrance of a private kindergarten.

He had a tender, fair face, bright eyes and smiled shyly at the camera.

Christina was a little excited.

She grabbed the photo album and took a closer look.

"Is this really Patrick's, that poker face?"

The boy in the photo album was so cute and adorable, how could he...

Seeing Christina so excited, the butler could not help but sigh, "Patrick was very quiet when he was a child, but then he was kidnapped..."

At this point, Mr.Hopkins looked at the butler with a serious look in his eyes.

The butler immediately shut up and dared not speak.

Christina's eyes flashed with astonishment as she looked at Mr.Hopkins.

She kept asking carefully, "Grandpa, was Patrick kidnapped?"

Kidnapping a child from a rich family was an occasional piece of news, but this one didn’t seem like a normal kidnapping.

Mr.Hopkins did not answer her, but looked up at the black grand piano opposite him, his dark eyes suppressing a painful memory.

The butler looked at Christina and said slowly, "Ma'am, don't blame Patrick for being too cold.He just hid too many secrets..."

"Maybe someday he'll tell you."

Christina heard him say that and did not ask.

It was just...

Maybe there was no such a day because she would leave the Hopkins Family after giving birth.

Thinking of Patrick, Christina felt a little depressed.

Looking at the antique clock on the left, he got up from the sofa and said to Mr.Hopkins, "Grandpa, I'm leaving now..."

"Where do you want to go?"

Charles drove to the airport, looked at the man in the back seat, and asked.

"Go back to the Hopkins House.'' Patrick had just gotten off the plane, and there was a sense of weariness between his brows.

He looked sideways at the speeding scenery through the car window, his expression somewhat thoughtful.

The car drove smoothly.

Charles looked back and noticed Patrick's absent-mindedness.

Every time Patrick asked him to pick him up, he must be in a bad mood.

Charles immediately thought of Christina.Did that woman provoke him again? 

"Patrick, actually, I took Christina to the Fire Club that day.She didn't..."

Charles was being a peacemaker and took the blame.

"Am I harsh on her?"

Patrick suddenly interrupted him with a cold voice.

When Charles heard his question, he raised an eyebrow and did not know how to answer it.

Patrick, who had always been indifferent to anyone, suddenly asked if he was being too harsh on a woman, which was really strange.

"Patrick, I heard that you almost got into a car accident..."

Charles suddenly asked curiously, "Did you know Christina before?"

Patrick seemed really nervous that day.

Patrick narrowed his eyes and stared out of the car window...Charles shut up when he saw him being like this, but...

"Patrick, you may not know much about women.For women, they know your feelings only when you tell them in words." Mr.Shepherd said in a serious tone.

Patrick should be concerned about her, but he was cold and used to commanding people, and he probably didn't understand how to care about women.

"Well, you know her very well!"

Patrick's face was cold and he suddenly turned to look at him.

Charles heard his displeased tone, weakly distancing himself.

"No, I don't."

Since the Lantern Festival, Patrick had gone to Paris on a business trip for five days.

He had rushed back because his grandpa asked him to attend the class every Sunday.

But today, he rushed home and found the other person absent.

"Where is she?"

Patrick returned to the Hopkins Family, looked at the old man leisurely trimming the potted plants in the back garden, and asked, suppressing his anxiety.

Mr.Hopkins put his potted plant back on the shelf.