Spoil My Errant Wife (Patrick and Christina) novel Chapter 87

Around 9 pm, Christina returned to the bedroom, holding her phone in hand.

She opened the door and found Patrick had woken up.

However, he seemed a little weird.

"Are you hungry? Want to get a bite to eat? Nanny Faang made some porridge..." Christina asked in a low voice as she stood at the door with a slight primness.

"Yes." Patrick did not say much.

He gave a light "yes" then stood up and walked out. The door was closed.

She went to the cloakroom to get a pair of pajamas and went straight to the bathroom to bathe.

She couldn't help but complain, "Men are so complicated."

A bowl of porridge had refreshed him.

He was going to get the documents in the bedroom and then go to the study...

A splash was audible from the bathroom.

She was taking a bath while humming a tune.

"She is in a good mood?"

He walked to the tea table, picking up the documents.

When he turned around, he couldn't help but look at the bathroom.

As far as he knew, Christina liked to sing while bathing when she felt good.

What kind of people did she hang out with recently? Ding ding...

The phone on the table suddenly vibrated, and the latest WhatsApp message flashed on the screen.

[Christina...] Patrick frowned.

He had never interfered with Christina's affairs, but who called her that? He stared at the flickering screen hesitantly, and it seemed that the woman in the bathroom wouldn't come out of the bathtub so quickly.

If he wanted to know, he would get someone to check, but not through her phone.

Patrick felt kind of ridiculous for some reason.

He always had principles.

Holding the documents, he walked away.

Ding ding...

[ Tina, I'm not feeling well...] 

Well, if he cared about her, he would not bother himself with principles, and he couldn't help but glance back at her phone screen.

"Who's Sleeping Beauty?" He murmured.

At this moment, the bathroom door was opened and Christina came out in a white nightgown.

She just wanted to get the lotion into the bathroom, but her eyes met his.

"What..What's wrong?"

She didn't understand why he was standing here Patrick looked straight at her, lowered his eyes, and contemplated for a moment.

Without answering her, he turned around and walked away.

"Have your hair dried.”

He left those words in a low tone and closed the door.

Christina was in a daze, her waist-length hair still dripping wet.

Perhaps it was because of Patrick's words, she walked out before drying her hair completely in the bathroom.

He worked in the study as usual.

However, Christina still felt that he was strange.

She could not stay up all night, for she was pregnant.

No sooner had her head touched the pillow than she fell asleep, not knowing when Patrick returned.

It seemed that at the midnight someone raised her hair to check if it had been dried.

When she woke up at seven in the morning, she was surprised that the man beside her didn't wake up.

Usually, he got up at five in the morning.

"Good morning."

Their faces were very close, and the man suddenly opened his eyes.

Christina's heart beat a little faster, and she immediately greeted him, then quickly got up.

"Morning.'’ He answered softly and got up.

Although Patrick never said much at all, he was obviously much quieter these days.

What was wrong with him? She wanted to ask but didn't know how to begin.

After washing up absent-mindedly, they had breakfast downstairs simply and walked to the Main Residence.

"Grandpa worried about you yesterday." 

They walked side by side.

Christina felt that the corridor was so long, and the moment was so awkwardly quiet.

She said, improvising.