Spoil My Errant Wife (Patrick and Christina) novel Chapter 50

She looked at him with complicated expressions on her face.

Patrick had a large lunch box in his right hand and a book in his left hand.

‘What is he going to do?’

 "Eat these..""

Patrick opened the lunch box he had brought and placed it directly in front of her.

It sounded like he was ordering her.

"No"

Christina pulled a long face and she didn't know what she was sulking about.

She carried the food made in the hospital, picked up the eggs and pig liver that she hated, and stuffed them directly into her mouth.

At this time, they were in the small side-hall of the ward, where there was a set of simple wooden chairs and a glass tea table.

Dinner brought by Patrick was placed on the tea table, emitting a strong fragrance.

"Miss Dickens, didn't you just say that you dislike the food in our hospital? This Chicken Soup is suitable for you.It's not greasy and it doesn't taste like Traditional Chinese Medicine, and it's made by the chef of a five-star hotel.."

The nurse tried to persuade Christina.

Christina smelled the strong aroma and found that it was exactly the soup she liked.

She did not know what this man was thinking.

But she knew he was never such a kind man.

What if it was poisonous?’ She was a little childish and got ina rage with herself.

"No, I love these."

With a sullen face, she took a large piece of egg into her mouth, chewed it, and pretended that it was delicious.

Patrick remained silent.

Instead, he sat in the chair opposite her and looked at her thoughtfully.

Christina disliked him in her heart even more.

He looked at her and made her unable to go back on her word.

After dinner, she went back into bed and became an obedient patient.

She looked expressionless at the boring TV series.

From time to time, she secretly glanced at the small side-hall.

The man hadn't left yet! The atmosphere in this ward was very weird...

He was in the same space as her, but they were not talking.

She was watching TV absent-mindedly, and he...was reading.

Christina opened her eyes slightly.

‘'He's reading a fairy tale book!’’ 

Just then, Patrick also looked up at her, and their eyes met.

She immediately lay back on the bed with her back to him.

While Patrick approached her with the Grimm's Fairy Tales...

He stood by the bedside.

His beautiful brows on his handsome face slightly drew closer.

It was as if he was struggling with something.

"Do you want to hear a story?" He said in a deep voice.

Christina thought she was hallucinating.

She didn't believe what she heard until the man sat on the chair beside the bed and read the story of Snow White word by word.

This romantic love fairy tale was completely inconsistent with the cold and stern temperament of Mr.Hopkins.

But Christina could tell that he was very attentive and, of course, awkward.

"Why are you reading this? I don't like this story "

She still turned her back to him and muttered to herself, but it was undeniable that a strange feeling welled up in her heart.

When he read that Snow White had taken a bite of the poisoned apple, Patrick's deep eyes lit up slightly.

He seemed to be surprised.

Such a surprising expression was clean and pure but it was unlikely to appear on his cold face.

But now, Patrick was a little stunned.

"So it really works.’’ He murmured, his heart throbbing with excitement.

The woman in the hospital bed fell asleep.

Patrick lowered her eyes and took a deep look at the Grimm Fairy Tale in his hand.

When he met a couple in the lobby of the hospital, the patient woman acted coquettishly and asked her boyfriend to tell her a story to coax her to sleep.

At that time, he thought it was an extremely childish and unscientific method.

But somehow, he bought this Grimm Fairy Tale.

Suddenly, he heard a chuckle from the door.

When Patrick looked up, he had already returned to that cold and indifferent man.

The nurse at the door was immediately shocked.

She quickly packed her things and walked out.

The doctors and nurses here all knew that this ward was occupied by the Young Master and Young Madam of the Hopkins Family, but this Mr.Hopkins did not seem to be as sinister and terrifying as the rumor had it.

His surprised look just now was inexplicably cute.

Unfortunately, Miss Dickens fell asleep and didn't see it.

Christina was sleeping soundly.

She dreamed of the scene that Patrick read in the story of Snow White.

Connie, the old witch, took a poisonous apple and let her eat it.

She snatched the poisoned apple and crushed it into pieces with one hand.

"F*CK YOU!"

She kicked Connie in anger.

Suddenly, the dream changed.

She stood on a beautiful stone bridge, and a man slowly approached her on a white horse.

"Prince Charming?"

She fell in love with that man, and she looked forward to seeing the man who was approaching.

However, when she saw the man's cold face, Christina panicked and screamed as if she saw a ghost, "I don't want ice!"

She screamed and opened her eyes, only to find that she was dreaming.

The morning light shone in, and the clock on the wall showed that it was 7:00 am.

She was alone in the ward and it was quiet.

Christina lay on the bed and took a few deep breaths, her heart still beating a little erratically.

"Give me back my gentle Prince Charming!"

She was a little angry inexplicably.

Why did she dream of Patrick? In her opinion, if Patrick was riding a horse, he should have a machete.

This would make his cold and sinister temperament more like that of the god of death.

She got up and went to the bathroom to brush her teeth and wash her face.

Since the doctor had to make the rounds of the wards at 8:00, she stayed in bed obediently after washing up.

As soon as she sat back on the bed, the door to the ward was opened.

Christina subconsciously looked up at the clock on the wall.

It was only 7:30.

The doctor should not be at work yet.