My billionaire husband spoils me too much

Chapter 37

Christina stood there, stunned. Her face filled with complicated looks as she watched Patrick leave with

Cecilia

in his amis.

“Christina, are you okay?” Charles comforted her.

She lowered her head, her long eyelashes covering the emotions in her eyes, and then murmured

softly. “I am fine. It’s just a minor injury.”

Charles was furious. “I mean, don’t be too sad about Patrick leaving with that woman.”

“Who’s sad? Why should be sad?

Christina seemed to be hit on the soft

spot. She raised her head and yelled at him angrily. “My right hand is hurting so much that I want to cry.

What he wants to do has nothing to do with

me!”

Charles was speechless. What a stubborn giri.

He clearly saw a sad look in her eyes,

and he thought it was natural for her to

feel bad since she just saw her husband leave with another woman in his arms.

The two took the elevator down to the

parking lot.

Charles couldn’t help scolding her. “Didn’t I ask you to go up to the top floor? Why did you get to the

35th floor?”

“I saw Cecelia… Nothing!” Christina’s face was livid, and she didn’t want to

continue.

Charles walked to his car, opened the door, and grumbled at her. “Christina, I told you a long time ago

that women should be obedient. Just now, when Patrick lashed out at you, if you just listen to his

lecture, you will be fine. But you chose to talk back to him.”

After all, few people dared to talk to Patrick like this. If anyone else had dared to do that, they would

have been beaten up and taken away.

“He’s always been gentle to Miss Jones

but scolds me every time he sees nie. What did I do wrong to him? Why did

he scold me?” Christina’s face turned

even worse when she heard Charles

mentioning Patrick

Charles also felt strange.

Patrick had always been indifferent to others. There were not many things that could really make him

angry. However, he turned moody when Christina was involved.

“Go back to the Hopkins Family and

find a way to please Patrick..” Charles

sat in the driver’s seat and gave her a

suggestion

“I wasn’t wrong!” Christina looked

reluctant.

Just as Christina was about to get into the passenger seat, a person rushed towards them.

“Ma’am..” It was a bodyguard of the Hopkins Family

The bodyguard asked anxiously “Ma’am, have you seen Mr. Hopkins?”

Christina kept a straight face and did

not answer.

Charles rolled down the window and asked, “What’s wrong?”

When the bodyguard saw that Charles. he immediately called out respectfully, “Mr. Shepherd.”

He quickly said, “Today we‘ve been practicing boxing with Mr. Hopkins at

the club. Ten minutes ago, someone

from Fire Club called him and said that

Young Madam was not on the 35th

floor.”

As the bodyguard said this, he looked at Christina Strangely before he continued. “Mr. Hopkins looked

unhappy. After hanging up the phone, he immediately grabbed the car keys and rushed out. We don’t

know what happened. Mr. Hopkins overtook many cars and ran many red lights. He almost ran into

someone else’s car on the highway in the mountains…”

Christina and Charles were shocked when they heard this.

“Mr. Shepherd, did something happen at Fire Club? I heard that Mr. Hopkins

drove out all the people on the 35th floor?” The bodyguard then asked, “Where is our Mr. Hopkins

now?”

Christina pursed her lips, and her eyes

were a little dim.

“It’s no big deal. Patrick has left Fire Club_” Charles said faintly. The bodyguard nodded at them and

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Christina sat in the passenger seat with a heavy heart and remained

silent

Charles was sending her back to the Hopkins Family. Along the way, he was a little confused too.

“Christina, did you know before?”

Patrick

Charles couldn’t help asking when the

car was about to reach the Hopkins Family.

Christina said sullenly, “Why? You

want to say I look like Cecilia again, don’t you? She has had plastic…” She had had plastic surgery,

“Forget it. Even if you knew him before, you must have offended him a lot.” Charles glared at her.

The car was parked outside the gate of the Hopkins Family. Charles turned around and grabbed a

rose-red bag from the back seat of the car and handed it back to her. “You left your purse in my car. I

couldn’t get in touch with you before meeting you at Fire Club. No wonder you didn’t answer my

After listening to his complaints,

Christina got out of the car and went

back with a servant of the Hopkins

Family

She picked up her bag and suddenly thought of something. She immediately took out her cell phone.

Sure enough, Charles called her twice,

and…

She felt complicated and this emotion showed on her face. Her eyes were fixed on the missed calls.

Patrick had called her twelve times..

“He must be with his Miss Jones now.”

Christina went back to the bedroom, feeling depressed. She slammed the door shut, feeling agitated

for no

reason.

Patrick looked irritated and slammed the door with a bang

“Patrick.” The woman in the Dassenger seat called out to him softly with concern. “Patrick, are you

okay? Are you feeling unwell?”

Patrick’s face was gloomy. He turned and glared at the familiar face beside him.

Cecilia was somewhat flustered by his

deep gaze.

“Patrick, you came to Fire Club for me?”

Cecilia’s voice was tinged with guilt when she explained in a soft voice. “Some of my colleagues forced

me to come over, saying I had to have this meal with the producer.”

As she spoke, she looked frightened

and held Patrick’s hand in fear. Her voice trembled. “I didn’t expect Fire Club would be so messy. It was

really scary. Those people were really outrageous…”

Patrick listened to her, his eyes fixed on her face, but he did not say a word, as if he was thinking about

something.

Cecilia noticed that he was a little

distracted.

He looked like he didn’t care about

what had happened to her at Fire Club at all. He was lost in his own thoughts.

“Patrick, I promise I won’t accompany my colleagues to such a place. Don’t be angry.” Cecilia said in a

pleading tone. Her voice was sweet and soft.

Patrick lookedather with a sheer in his

heart.

If she had been so good.

He leaned against the back of the car, closed his eyes, and calmed down the agitation in his heart.

His eyes were closed and his brows were furrowed. Cecilia sat quietly beside him and looked fixedly at

him.

Patrick was very handsome, with fair skin and well-defined features. Perhaps because he was born in a

distinguished family, he looked noble and aloof, which fascinated many

people.

“Patrick…”

“Patrick. I love you very much” She said in a passionate voice,

“Get out of the car!”

Patrick was still motionless, but the voice was cold, breaking the romantic vibe in an instant.

Cecilia didn’t want to give up. Every time she wanted to go further with him, he would refuse. Tonight,

she had

to…

She whispered his name in his ear. “Patrick.”

Normal men wouldn’t refuse when women made advances to them...

“I said, get out of the car!”

Patrick pushed her away impatiently, Cecilia seemed to be frightened by his harsh, cold voice and was

stunned,

“Patrick.” Cecilia didn’t want to leave but was a little afraid of him.

Patrick looked at her face and suppressed his frustration. “Get out of the car,” he ordered again,

Cecilia had always been obedient and sweet in front of him. She knew that Patrick was bad-tempered,

so she

should be submissive.

She got out of the car and was sent

back by Patrick’s bodyguards.

But Patrick still sat alone in the driver’s

seat of the convertible sports car and

his right hand was casually put on the

door. His head was raised, and his silent gaze fined on the vast sky above

Cecilia felt a little uneasy when she Saw him like this.

She had never seen Patrick being like this. He seemed to be irritated. Why would a man as powerful as

him feel bothered?

Cecilia got into the bodyguard’s car and looked back, reluctant to leave…

All of a sudden, Patrick pursed his lips tightly as if he had remembered something. He slammed on the

accelerator, passed their car, and disappeared into the darkness…

Cecilia was shocked. He seemed to be

filled with anxiety and irritation. Where was he going?

Patrick went straight back to the Hopkins Family

“Patrick, may I prepare supper for you?” When the servants saw him coming back, they immediately

came forward to greet him.

“No.”

Then Patrick paused and asked in a deep voice. “Where’s the Young Madam?”

The maid reported to him truthfully. “Half an hour ago, Mr. Shepherd sent

the Young Madam back. She should be

in the bedroom and she doesn’t go to

bed yet.

When Patrick heard this, there was a mined expression on his face.

He went straight up to the second floor, but he didn’t go back to his bedroom

He sat in the study for a long time….

It was not until the cold night wind

blew from the French window did

Patrick look at the clock on the wall coldly. It was one o’clock in the morning

She should have fallen asleep…

A hint of discouragement flashed across Patrick’s grim face. He rarely felt this way.

This feeling became intense when he remembered her stubborn look when she was arguing with him

before…

[Why are you scolding me?!] Her angry voice echoed in his ears… He didn’t want to scold her or argue

with her.

Patrick walked towards the bedroom. He held the doorknob and gently

turned it.

He immediately looked over to the bed. Under the dim lights, he saw the woman on the bed was

sleeping soundly on her side.

He stood by the bed and gazed down at her sleeping profile.

In fact, he was in a bad mood today.

Today was the Lantern Festival. and he

hated this day. When he received a phone call saying that she went to Fire Club, he couldn’t control

himself and lashed out at her.

Patrick looked out the window at the quiet moon, adjusted his emotions, bent down. lifted the quilt, and

looked at her right fingers.

He didn’t know what trouble she had got herself into this time and even her fingers were bruised, and

there was black blood in the flesh.

He picked up her hand and examined

1. it. The woman on the bed felt pain and

frowned

slightly. She involuntarily

withdrew her hand.

“Christina, when obedient.

will you be

Patrick stared at her with a burning gaze, his tone angry… But he couldn’t do anything about her.

He turned and walked towards the cabinet, trying to take out the medicine kit.

But Patrick had just taken two steps and froze. He looked at a birthday cake on the table in the small

living room in the bedroom…

She bought him a birthday cake.