Spoil My Errant Wife

Chapter 260 

Christina had never expected him to be the first one who found her.She curled up into a ball in the narrow platform up the slide and tilted her head up a little.

With blurred eyes, she saw the man standing under the dim street lamp who had appeared out of the blue.

Patrick.

She considered his familiar and angelic face.Her eyes turned red and watery.She had so much to say to him but it all got stuck in her throat, so she just gazed at him as if he was just a phantom that would disappear once she called him.

"How long are you going to stay there?" The man yelled at her impatiently.

Seeing her stay motionless, he frowned annoyedly.

"Come out!"

His voice was deep, melodic, and overbearing as it'd always been.

She didn't move.

Patrick's face sank.He bent down and reached out one arm to grab her wrist in a bossy manner.

With one yank, he pulled her out.

It happened so suddenly that Christina stumbled down the slide headlong and hit her forehead.

As if he didn't want to touch her, he released her immediately after he dragged her out and looked down at her, who was down on her hands and knees with messy hair.

"You should have more self-awareness before you try to invoke sympathy, or you just end up looking stupid!"

His eyes were penetrating and his voice was scornful.

In his eyes, she was worthless.

As if she hadn't heard him, Christina propped herself up slowly with her hands on the muddy ground.

She kept her head down so her hair hid the pallor of her face.

She'd stayed in the narrow platform up the ramp for too long and her legs went numb and felt a dull pain, so she grabbed one side of the chute with her right hand for support.

She twisted her right ankle when she stood up and thought that she was going to fall on her face again.

But Patrick stepped forward and held her.

"Just tell me you sprained your ankle.What's the matter with you!"

He was somehow pissed off and clasped her shoulders.

She was bony.

His words sounded familiar to her.

Christina kept her head down and felt tears welling up in her eyes.

She was not a crier but she couldn't help it when he was around.

Without being responded, Patrick scoffed with a sullen face, "Are you playing tough guy, or are you trying to get more alimony?"

If it were in the past, she would've thrown her head up and retorted that she didn't want the alimony.But she kept silent now.She didn't want to get divorced.She didn't want to talk about anything about divorce.

He'd said they would never divorce.He forgot that.

Wind at night in the early winter was bone-chilling.

It was a remote and quiet place.

The broken street lamp was blinking on and off.

Patrick ran out of patience.

He scooped Christina up and scooted to his black Ferrari by the curb.

Christina panicked and struggled subconsciously, which only made him angrier.

He tightened his arms around her as a punishment.

Patrick shoved her into the passenger seat and slammed the door shut.

She froze because of the bang and stopped wriggling.

Then he walked around the front of the car and sat into the driver's seat.

Revving the engine, he sped up and left this damned place.

"You really know where to hide" He said gloomily and turned the wheel with one broad palm.

The car entered the highway soon and headed downtown.

Only then did Christina surprisedly realize that he didn't bring a driver with him.

After a while, the familiar white building appeared outside the window.

She flipped and protested loudly, "I'm going to the hospital"

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She hated the hospital, the smell of disinfectant there, and the sirens of ambulances.

Terrible memories abruptly overwhelmed her, crimson blood, the closed operating room...

They filled her mind.

She flailed about and muttered, "No hospital.No..."

Patrick ignored her and stopped the car in front of the emergency room.

He got out of the car, went around to the other side, and opened the door.He dragged her out in an impatient and rude manner and hauled her into the emergency room.

Doctors were on shifts in the emergency room round the clock.

The air smelled of disinfectant.

Incandescent lights on the ceiling were dazzling.

There were weak patients in the hallway chairs.

Christina freaked out.She kept prying his fingers around her wrist with the other hand, her face pale, her voice trembling.

"No.Not here, not here.."

Doctors, nurses, and patients all looked at her.

With an infuriated face, the man lifted her up and lay her on an empty bed.Then he pressed his body against hers.

"Can you stop making a scene now!"

He ranted, his eyes sharp.

Christina was stunned.

His masculine body was flush against her and she could feel the rhythm of his strong heartbeat.