Spoil My Errant Wife (Patrick and Christina) novel Chapter 91

 It was the evening.

The prosperous commercial street was noisy and many cars were bustling and the largest commercial bar in the center of the square was shining with colorful light beams, which was particularly dazzling and lively.

"Patrick, are you in a bad mood?"

Compared to the hustle and bustle of the dance floor in the bar, the east side of the bar seemed a little chilly and no one dared to come over.

"Patrick, you'd better not drink so much.You've been suffering from migraines lately.It's probably because of your old injury.This is no trifle"

Charles hesitated for a long time before he dared to persuade him.

The man on the left raised his glass and gulped it down.

With his calm eyes, he glanced coldly at Charles.

Charles felt a chill on his back and he immediately shut up.

It was all because Chandler had to deal with his own problems, or else Charles wouldn't have to face such a gloomy Patrick alone.

Charles knew that Patrick hated it when people talked about his old wounds, so he quickly changed the subject.

"By the way, Patrick, haven't you heard from Derek yet?"

"I can't find him’’ Patrick thought of his good buddy and there was a deep frown on his face.

He was upset and poured another half glass of whiskey.

"What a strange thing.It was hard for him to wake up.How could he be missing."

Charles raised his eyebrows and muttered softly.

But that Derek had always been a weirdo.

Although they knew him from a young age, no one really knew him.

Charles had remembered that every time he competed with that guy, he would be at a loss.

As Chandler said, Derek didn't want to be disturbed.

Even Patrick had no way to change this.

But...

What exactly did Derek want to do? When Charles looked at Patrick again, he was a little surprised.

He found that Patrick had put down his wine glass and looked at the hot girls diagonally across him with complicated expressions.

The women across from them were wearing silk stockings, tight scarlet suspender skirts, and they were leering with their heavily made-up faces.

One of the women stood against the bar, her right foot slightly raised, and her long legs gradually exposed.

It seemed that people who came here were all for playing.

Did Patrick want to find a sex partner? This thought immediately popped into Charles's head.

However, the next second, Charles felt that this idea was a little stupid.

If they dared to get close, the five bodyguards in the corner would be the first to drive them away.

"In fact, as long as you spend money on women, they will be moved" Charles said suddenly.

As expected, Patrick turned to look at him.

"I don't know who wrote this.Those women all agree that the man who is willing to pay for them had the true love for them."

Charles continued to lecture seriously.

Spending money was the most convenient and simple way for these rich men.

If woman was difficult to conquer, they would spend more on jewelry or even houses.

No woman could resist them.

Spend money on her...

Patrick held the crystal wine glass with his long and delicate fingers.

He gently shook the glass with the mellow liquor, and some thoughts came into his mind.

Charles's face was expressionless, and he muttered meaningfully, "But there is one kind of woman who is exceptional, probably because they were stupid."

However, it was not entirely Christina's fault.

Patrick never pursued her and never said anything sweet to her.

Patrick directly got her and sent her to Hopkins Family.

"You can give her some jewelry or spend some time with her..."

Women seem to be insecure creatures.

They always like to be accompanied.

Although Patrick didn't say it, Charles could easily guess that it must be because of the basement incident last time.

Christina was afraid of him.

It was so awkward.

He liked her but he still scared her, and then he became uneasy himself.

"Why don't you wait for Christina to give birth? Then you can make up for your honeymoon..."

Charles gave a good suggestion.

Patrick was in a daze.

He opened his mouth slightly and wanted to ask something.

Suddenly, the phone on the bar vibrated.

"Derek?"