My billionaire husband spoils me too much
Chapter 407

Betty planned to go to the market to buy some fresh food. She suggested Christina take Patrick towalk around here, and go back home before 4 pm.

"Patrick probably doesn't know much about the C city, so you can take him around... If you pass bya clothing store, you can buy him some clothes. It's inappropriate for him to wear Derek's clothes..."Betty was a thoughtful person. Even though Patrick didn't say anything about wearing aother men'sclothes, he would feel uncomfortable.

"I'll take his blooded shirt to the cleaners, and I've cleaned up your room just now..."

Hearing this, Christina suddenly looked up at her from absent-mindedness. "Don't touch his pocketwatch when clean up the room.”

"What pocket watch?"

Betty was curious when Christina said this.

Christina said in a low voice with an odd expression, "It's the one he put at the bedside table."Betty also came to think of it, "Oh, when I was cleaning up the room, Patrick suddenly came in andtook it away.” Then she guessed, "This kind of custom-made pocket watch usually have familyphotos embedded in it... Maybe it's an important token of their Hopkins family.”

Christina did not reply and had mixed feelings.

"Christina said she doesn't know what you like to eat, so I'll make some home-cooked dishestonight...”

Betty said to Patrick. After Betty locked the door, they went out together. When they reached a forkin the road, she walked towards the market.

"What do you like to eat?"

Christina suddenly asked as they walked side by side aimlessly after Betty left.

Patrick didn't seem to have thought that she would ask about this. He gazed at her face for a whileand said in a deep and calm voice, "No preference.”

Such an answer was a little perfunctory.

Christina felt that it was reasonable for her not to know him. He liked to keep secrets and didn't tellher anything about it. Then she suddenly became annoyed. Why did she ask him? It was uselesswork.

"I'm allergic to mangoes.”

Suddenly, Patrick said.

Christina did not expect him to talk to her about these boring things. At the same time, she wassurprised. "Mangoes?"

As she spoke, she muttered to herself, "How could anyone be allergic to mangoes? " She had heardof allergies to alcohol and seafood. "It's weird to be allergic to mangoes.”

Patrick listened to her murmurs and sighed, his dark eyes filled with helplessness.

"Will your mango allergy be as serious as those alcohol allergies?" Christina seemed to be veryinterested in his odd illness.

He looked into her eyes and hesitated for a second. "It's not serious.”

Christina nodded to show that she knew. If it wasn't serious, it wouldn't matter if he ate somemangoes. She remembered that she liked to eat mangoes when she was pregnant, which madeHopkins family smell like mangoes.

But she didn't know that if Patrick get allergic, he had to go to the hospital to have an intravenousdrip.

Christina was not a talkative person and Patrick was a man of few words. It's really boring when theywere together.

They wandered along the street, none of them talked about any topics along the way. Those loversuaually loved each other with vigor and sweetness. But they were not like that. Christina felt thatthey were just a boring couple without any passion for love.

As they walked, they passed a bus stop.

The C City was not as busy as the A City, especially in the suburbs where there are few people at thebus stops. It is convenient to take this kind of public transportation.

Christina looked at a few high school girls who jumped into the car with a smile. Their youthfulsmiles reminded her of her school life.

"Have you ever taken a bus?" Christina askd him.

Patrick looked at her. But before he could speak, she suddenly grabbed his arm and ran towards thebus which was about to leave. "Wait a second!" She shouted at the bus in front of her.

Patrick allowed her to drag him along with her. That was how she was. If she suddenly was drawninto something interesting, she would be very energetic to deal with it.

Half of the seats were empty on the bus. After they got into the bus, the driver started the busslowly, seemed was not in a hurry at all. The C City was indeed the most suitable place forretirement. On the bus, except for the few high school girls in the last row, there were old ladies andold gentlemen. They all looked at Christina and Patrick with curiosity.

"What a good-looking couple.” An old lady by the window looked at them with a smile.

Christina nodded at her with a smile. As for Patrick beside her, was arrogant as usual. He would notcare how these outsiders looked at him.

However, since Patrick may not have taken a bus before. Christina was rare to be considerate, "Sithere.” She naturally pressed his strong body down to the seat.

"These seats are specially designed for the elderly and the disabled. We can't sit there.” Christinaexplained to him.

Patrick didn't say anything, just sat down with her hands. Seeing that she was taking care of him likethis, he suddenly found it a little funny.

The corners of his mouth curved up in a faint smile.

It was rare for Patrick to smile leisurely, even at people who were familiar with him. It was not ascold as usual. It was warmer and more attractive, which could make women's hearts flutter at aglance.

A man like Patrick, even if they didn't know his background, just his appearance and temperamentwould make a woman fall in love with him at the first sight.

The girls in the back of the bus stared at him with red faces, all excited.

Even when Christina couldn't replace the change, a high school girl in the back row came over with ared face and said she wanted to pay for them. She stole a close look at Patrick and became excitedimmediately.

"The girls in our dorm used to talk about you all day long. They liked you very much and said theywere going to take pictures of you..."

Christina sat next to him and told him the interesting things about her school life.

The bus was slow, stop-and-go.

After a few stops along the way, there were not many people getting in the car, and it was notcrowded. He sat close to her, so they could chat anything with each other.

Patrick had an indescribable feeling in his heart. Perhaps even he himself had never thought thatthey would get along like ordinary people. It was nothing special, but he felt good.

"Did all the girls in your dormitory know me?"

He said in a low and deep voice, looking at her with intense eyes.

"Yes, even Crystal often whispered in my ear that assistant MARK was elegant, handsome, andtasteful...” She said with a smile.

"I remember the girl on the bed opposite me had sworn excitedly on her birthday that she wouldget you before graduating and sleep with you."

At that time, they were pure and simple. They liked who they liked, all their hidden loves were pure,did not mix any interests in it.

"... A lot of girls have a crush on you.” She told him that he was really famous back then.

"What about you?"

He looked at her happy smile gently. Then asked in a low voice, "What do you think of me?"

"l don't know."

Being gazed by him, Christina was not as shy as an ordinary woman. Instead, she looked straightinto his dark eyes and said frankly,... "I didn't know that you were the assistant MARK they weretalking about all day.”

"Oh, really?"

He sounded depressed with his voice lower.

He had known for a long time that she did not know him at all during that six months, but everytime he thought of that, Patrick could not help but feel a sense of frustration.

"I'm not interested in handsome boys, and your class is an elective, so I often skip it."

Christina did not feel guilty at all. After thinking about it, she became more serious. "If Crystal hadtold me earlier that taking your photos would earn money, then I would have followed you everyday..."

"Really?"

Hearing her boastful words, Patrick was really angry and wanted to laugh at the same time.Christina thought he was laughing at her for being greedy. She was a little embarrassed. "I couldn'thelp it. I was very poor at that time, and short of money.” At that time, she had a lot of part-timejobs.

"There's a job for you to play the piano in the restaurant. But you didn't go, and insisted on workingat the milk tea shop.”

Patrick suddenly said, looking at the moving scenery outside the window with deep eyes, as if hehad returned to the past either. In the six months, he had done a lot of stupid things.

"You have no idea that western restaurant was very famous. Who knows why the manager is so kindto ask me to play the piano there with such a high salary for no reason? He must have some badintensions. I'm not that stupid to go. I'd rather work the night shift at the milk tea shop..."

Christina answered naturally. Halfway through, she stared at him oddly.

"How did you know that someone asked me to play the piano and my word at the milk tea shop?"Did he investigate her?

The more she thought about it, the weirder she felt. In the past, she worked night shifts at the milktea shop, and some people often came to buy hundreds of cups of milk tea at a time, saying thatwas for company parties. They also said that it was okay for her to do it slowly, they were in nohurry. She would have a good commission from these, and she used to think it was just good luck.Luck? Was there so much good luck in this world?

"Patrick, I'm asking you.” She felt a sudden urge to ask him, then she pulled his arm.

Patrick was stunned for a moment. He brought his attention back and turned to look at her faceagain. She was so close to him now...

In the past, he had done so many things just to get close to her like now.

"I'm asking you, why did you know things about my work at that time?” She repeated withpersistence in her clear eyes.

"There were lots of things you don't know yet."

Patrick looked deeply into her eyes. His voice souded deep and surprisingly gentle.

He was not answering the question at all.

But for some reason, her cheeks flushed inexplicably when hearing his gentle and almost dotingvoice.