My billionaire husband spoils me too much
Chapter 159

It was almost midnight when they returned to the hotel suite.

"Wait a minute..."

Christina looked at the door panel in front of her and subconsciously stopped the staff member ofthe hotel as he brought the room card over to open the door for them.

"Wait for what?"

Patrick noticed that the woman beside him had a worried look on her face. She had not said muchon the way back.

Christina wanted to make an excuse, but when she looked at Patrick's sharp eyes, she couldn't sayanything.

"Go to bed early.”

It was getting late, and Patrick couldn't understand her thoughts.

The door was opened, and the room attendant immediately turned on all the lights in the suite forthem respectfully. The light in front of them was intensely bright.

Christina froze at the door. She was nervous.

"What are you thinking?"

Patrick frowned when he saw her standing still. She was very strange tonight.

She did not answer him, but she seemed to look in the direction of the bed in the bedroom. Hermind was a mess and she was somewhat nervous.

"What are you looking at?"

He felt that she was distracted. She was not even focused on talking to him, and that made himsomehow angry. Patrick turned around and took a big step. His tall and handsome figure suddenlyblocked her view.

He spoke again coldly, "Christina."

"What?"

In astonishment, she regained her senses, but she could not conceal the guilty look in her eyes."You keep looking at the bed..." Patrick narrowed his eyes slightly and looked straight at her.

Her eyes were clear, bright and beautiful, but she could be easily seen through when she lied ifsomeone looked into them.

"You've been looking at the bed. Is there anyone there?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he was striding towards the suite bedroom. Christina reached outin panic and tried to grab him.

But Patrick's legs were long, and in three steps, he walked to the side of the big bed and lookedback at the woman behind him.

He grabbed the corner of the blanket with his right hand and lifted it violently.

Christina's face turned pale and she became restless.

She looked straight at the bed... There was nothing on the king-size bed.

Christina breathed a sigh of relief. He had left. She thought to herself.

"Ask someone to search in this place again. Search in the madam's room, the baby's room, thecloakroom carefully..." Patrick ordered coldly, almost at the moment she relaxed.

This presidential suite was more than 170 square meters big. If someone was hiding in it and hehadn't been able to replace him before, then it meant... Finally, his complicated eyes fell on the big bedin front of him.

He was hiding under the covers.

Was he sleeping with her?

Patrick's expression changed at the thought.

He turned around and saw the woman standing on the balcony...

Christina walked to the balcony. She looked at the dim stars in the night. She didn't dare to lookback or to look directly at him, for fear that he would see through her mind.

She really wanted to ask why Patrick sent people to look for Derek.

But as far as she knew, most of the people that Patrick was looking for had offended him. She stillremembered Patrick's basement and his ruthless means of dealing with his enemy.

She dared not ask...

The deep voice sounded behind her, interrupting her thoughts. "Christina, what are you hiding fromme?"

The man behind her slowly approached her closer and closer. Christina did not turn back and shecould feel his anger.

What could she do?

She couldn't hide it from him...

In her panic, she thought of something and said intermittently, "Barbara made Crystal take theblame..." Her voice was a little anxious, and her guilt could be sensed through her deliberately raisedvoice.

"Crystal didn’t do anything wrong. Why..."

Christina wanted to fool Patrick as she had done before by being unreasonable, but there was noway for her to continue. Her arm was pulled hard by Patrick, and her whole body fell against hisstrong chest.

"Christina... I don't like you being this way." Patrick lowered his head and looked sharply at the guiltyexpression on her face.

He didn't like the way she lied.

She understood the meaning of his words and the anger in his tone.

She pursed her lips, trying to say something, but she kept hesitating...

Patrick wore a cold expression and he lost his patience. He kissed her with his thin, cold lips.

He was uneasy.

He didn't know what it was for. It was just a strong intuition. He was worried about what wouldhappen... It made him very restless.

In the dark starry sky in the early morning, the night wind outside the window blew in. The summerwind was cool, but it could not blow away the romantic atmosphere in this room.

They indulged themselves.

When she woke up, it was already noon the next day.

The man next to her had already gotten up. Christina had a grim expression. She punched the pillownext to her with a little indignation as an outlet. “Jerk.”

"Good morning, Young Madam."

When Christina finished washing up in the bathroom, she changed her clothes and came out.Suddenly, a female manager knocked on the door. She pushed the dining car with a smile andbrought in some sea cucumber porridge and snacks. "Have you just woken up? Do you want to resta little longer..."

Good morning?

Christina was expressionless and she looked at the hot sun outside the window.

Sure enough, Crystal was right. If one worked for a capitalist, he must go against his conscience. Itwas not easy to earn some money.

However, Christina was a little curious about the hotel manager who had come in with porridge justin time. She raised her eyebrows slightly and looked around the corners of the suite.

Did he install a surveillance camera for me?

"Where's Patrick?" Her voice suddenly became cold.

The female manager who was sent to personally take care of Christina, who had worked for manyyears, was naturally very good at observing people's expressions. She gently placed the porridgeand snacks on the table and explained, "Mr. Hopkins asked us to prepare breakfast for you thismorning..."

These were breakfast. It was her who didn't get up early enough.

The female manager wore a standard smile. "We don't have any surveillance cameras in our suite.Please rest assured.”

Christina suddenly fell silent when she heard that.

She sat down and sipped the small bowl of porridge with a spoon without any appetite. The femalemanager noticed that she was low-spirited and asked, "Young Madam, this porridge is not to yourtaste? Do you want to have something else?”

"No," Christina simply put down the spoon and muttered to herself, "I was just thinking aboutsomething..."

She wondered if she had been too suspicious recently, and she should have believed Patrick.Should she tell him about meeting Derek last night?