My billionaire husband spoils me too much
Chapter 119

"Bo... Boss."

Patrick's energy field was too great. Crystal looked at the man suddenly appearing outside the doorin shock and stammered. "Christina, pack up and go back."

Christina froze at the door and was gazed at by the man. She lowered her head awkwardly.

"How long do you want to stay here?”

It was rare for the man to be patient. However, his attitude was ambiguous.

"Actually, she's been staring at her phone, waiting for you to come and pick her up..." Crystal saidwithout hesitation.

Patrick's once grim face showed slight surprise and he turned to look at Crystal.

"Oh?" His deep voice was filled with curiosity.

Crystal felt that she was valued by the boss, and immediately straightened her back and prepared toreport everything...

"I'll go in to pack up.”

Christina said quickly in an embarrassed look. She grabbed Crystal's back collar and dragged her in."Crystal, if you dare say more, I'll get you for that!"

Christina lowered her voice and glared at Crystal.

"You should be happy that he came to pick you up in person. Christina, don't be so stubborn. Youhad a nightmare last night and you were still saying his name..."

"Aww!"

Before she could finish her words smugly, the little fat on her waist was pinched by Christina, so sheimmediately screamed out.

"For couples, harmony is the most important thing..."

Crystal stood in front of her home and finally sent away these two tough guys.

Christina and Patrick walked side by side with their faces tense and sights separated, as if they didnot know what to say.

They hadn't met each other for a week...

Until they walked out of the elevator, the residents around stopped curiously to observe them. Itwas probably because of their outstanding appearance, especially Patrick's.

"Be careful.”

Patrick's expression suddenly changed. He quickly reached out and pulled the woman into his arms.Christina looked a little stunned and fell into his arms.

A basketball flew through them and almost hit Christina's abdomen.

"Walk carefully.”

His familiar low voice sounded a little hoarse and worried.

She didn't answer, but her cheeks were already red.

Christina straightened up slightly, wanting to part from him, but then, she was held by him. He heldher waist a little tightly.

Many people looked at them. It might be out of shyness or anything else... She did not resist andwalked out of the neighborhood with him.

The car was parked just outside. It was a newly custom-made bright black Ferrari, dark butflamboyant.

He didn't take the driver with him today. Christina saw him open the door and get into the driver'sseat and she hesitated outside with a stunned look.

"The wound on your right shoulder..." Her voice sounds a little awkward.

The doctor said that it would take at least another month for his right scapula to recover fromfracture.

"Automatic drive," Patrick knew what she was trying to say and looked out the window at her. "I canalso drive with one hand... It's safe." He added.

It seemed like he was promising something.

Christina looked at his grim profile with a hint of hesitation. In fact, this man was not cold every day,and he would also have some ordinary emotions.

"Are you still pained severely?"

Christina sat directly in the passenger seat. Although Patrick looked straight ahead, the glimpse ofher closing the car door inexplicably made him a little dazed, then he started the car quickly anddrove towards the Hopkinses.

"Will your fracture be numb when you apply medicine to it?" She was a little anxious and askedagain.

The man had previously disliked the medicine for external use prescribed by the doctor because itmade his skin numb, and he was thinking of not taking the medicine at all. She had not been athome for a week to keep an eye on him, so it was very likely that he had thrown the ointment away."It's recovered."

Patrick replied casually.

As expected! Men always cared little about their health.

Christina was a little angry. It seemed it was because of him, and of herself away from him for aweek as well.

"Patrick, you need those drugs. It takes time and patience for you to recover..."

The car stopped steadily at a red light.

He glanced at her who was in the passenger seat, with his eager eyes. "How long do I have toendure?" His voice sounded ambiguous, a little low, and hoarse.

"Christina, it's bad for me, your husband, to endure like this all day..."

Not knowing whether she had misunderstood his words, she was blushed embarassedly.

Patrick looked at her blushing cheeks, half-lowered head, and her trying to hide her shyness. Hewanted to laugh.

However, just as he looked away, he caught a glimpse of a familiar electronic device in the printedpaper bag on her left...

"Where did you get this?" Suddenly, Patrick became serious.

Seeing the print bag he picked up, she looked guilty and panicked and she leaned over withintention to snatch it back. "Give it back to me..."

The man was so fast that he was already holding it in his left hand.

"You bought this?"

After he took it out, his face darkened with complexity, and he asked in a deep voice with someanger.

"Christina, why did you buy this..."

He seemed extremely unhappy as if she had done something terrible.

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"You bought it to eavesdrop on my calls!"

Patrick took out the black cell phone in his coat pocket with his injured right hand. He endured thepain and tore the outer shell with both hands hard.

"Click." The phone was torn apart.

Christina was nervous with her heart lifting up after watching his angry face.

They saw a small fingernail-sized, flashing red chip in the small gap of the power board inside thephone.

"Chip for eavesdropping.”

Patrick thought it more sarcastic when he was saying this.

There were too many devious people around him, so he needed to be strictly guarded when he wasoutside and had to be vigilant all the time. He knew many people were looking forward to hisfailure, but he never thought...

His phone was secretly embedded with a chip.

Besides her, who else could do such a thing so easily? She was so important to him, so sheshouldn't do it.

"Christina, I have told you that your only job was to successfully give birth to a child... Now thatyou're learning to be greedy like those women, do you have to piss me off?"

He looked into her eyes coldly, almost gnashing his teeth.

She was stared at by him. Her whole body tensed up. She couldn't understand why disgust andhatred were revealed in his eyes.

'Is he hating me? Or Is he hating “insatiable’ women? What does he hate..."

She really wanted to know about his past. Should she ask him? It was no use.

He didn't want to tell her anything.

'I bought this just to... I want to know what you are thinking every day.

'l want to know everything about you."