My billionaire husband spoils me too much
Chapter 483

After hanging up the phone with his aunt, Christina sat on the bed uneasily and looked at the doorfrom time to time.

The spacious bedroom was brightly lit.

It was 1:00 in the morning, Patrick had not returned to the bedroom to rest.

Usually, when it was time to go to bed, she would go to bed early and not wait for him.

Tonight, Christina stared at the clock on the wall and wondered, "It's so late. What is he doing in thestudy?"

She was wearing a long aqua blue pajama silk dress. With her long, loose, black hair, she walked outher bedroom. As she passed down the wooden corridor, her footsteps seemed a little abrupt in thestillness of the night, and the maids on duty in front of her looked up at her when they heard thesound.

"Junior Mrs. Hopkins."

"Hush."

Christina immediately motioned them not to speak and asked in a low voice, "Is Patrick in thestudy?”

The maid standing in front of the study nodded at her.

Christina hesitated for a while, looked at the door of the study, but did not speak.

The maid didn't know what Christina was thinking and asked carefully, "Junior Mrs. Hopkins, whatcan I do for you?"

Christina felt embarrassed as she couldn't figure out why she didn't sleep in the middle of the nightand ran to the study to look for him.

She couldn't tell him that she missed him.

"I'll go in myself." Christina raised her voice slightly to hide her embarrassment.

"Yes."

The maid immediately stepped back.

Christina opened the door uncomfortably. As she saw the nervous look on the maid's face, shewondered, "Is it possible that I've spent so much time with Patrick that I'm prone to behave in a waythat scares the underlings as much as he does?"

"What's the matter?"

Patrick spoke up the moment she opened the door.

Christina, the uninvited guest, was startled as she never expected Patrick to react so quickly. Buthow did he know it was her?

Patrick first looked at her slightly pale cheeks and saw her clear eyes, and it was obvious that she didnot suddenly wake up. Then, as he looked down, he saw her collarbone, and the pajama top wasopen with two twisted buttons to reveal her breasts.

"Not asleep yet?"

Patrick looked away from her chest and asked her in a low voice.

Christina did not notice his burning look just now. She was very restrained by the question. Insteadof answering his question directly, she asked him, "What are you doing in the study so late?"

She wanted to let him rest early.

It was not unusual for a wife to be concerned about her husband working late. But Christina thoughtit would be strange and awkward for her to express her concerns about him

At this moment, Patrick was thinking about her wandering around in pajamas in the middle of thenight. All the maids were on duty in the corridor just now, therefore there should be no men.

He did not notice Christina's concern just now.

Christina looked at his sudden silence and frowned, and she felt that he deliberately avoided andhid something.

"What did you just say?"

A moment later, Patrick realized that he had been distracted.

Christina's initial awkwardness and restraint transformed into anger. She made up a random excuse,"My aunt called to tell me that my dad's birthday is the day after tomorrow. I want to take the twinsback to the Dickens family."

He sensed from the stiff tone of her voice that she was angry.

Patrick listened and raised his eyebrows. He really didn't understand why women's emotions couldchange so quickly.

"You want to take the children back to the Dickens family.” He repeated her words.

Before he could have done his speaking, Christina said firmly and interjected, "I don't care ifgrandpa agrees or not. Anyway, I have to take the babies back to the Dickens family. I havepromised them."

Senior Mr. Hopkins loved his grandchildren so much that he didn't usually take them out. Christinacould hardly see her children, let alone take them out of the house.

Patrick naturally knew his grandfather's temper.

"Find a cardboard box and smuggle the children out.” Patrick calmly replied to her.

Smuggle the children out?

What kind of stupid idea was this?

Christina didn't expect him to answer that way. Did he agree?

"We are the babies’ biological parents. But we have to take them out secretly.”

Christina complained, then muttered to herself, "Tomorrow I'm going to talk to grandpa.”

Hearing her complaints, Patrick chuckled. He stood up from his office chair, turned off his laptop,closed a few documents, and prepared to leave the study.

He said to her, "Don't mention it to grandpa for the time being.”

Patrick knew his grandfather's temper best.

He tidied up the pen on his desk and covered it, looked up, into her eyes, and said calmly, "Act firstand report afterwards.” It was the best way to deal with his grandfather.

Christina said to herself, "This is Patrick's style.”

Therefore, Senior Mr. Hopkins couldn't deal with Patrick.

Patrick turned off the lights in the study. Realizing that he was going back to his bedroom to rest,Christina followed him out of the study. They walked slowly along the corridor.

Christina felt that Patrick was old-fashioned and straightforward. But lately, Patrick had picked upthe sense of humor from Charles, and she usually took a long time to react to his jokes.

"Patrick, do you have any hobbies?" She asked directly.

Patrick, who was walking in front of her, suddenly stopped, turned around, and looked at her facestrangely.

He wondered why she suddenly asked that.

Patrick was not interested in many things and replied coldly, "No."

"Why not? Don't you like to go to the boxing club?"

Christina became excited and held his arm warmly. "Last time, you said you wanted to take me tothe stable and teach me how to ride."

Patrick did not speak. They continued to walk slowly back to the bedroom.

"Charles told me he was beaten up by you since you were children. He also said you were good atswimming and playing basketball. Do you enjoy collecting watches like other men?"

Christina continued to mutter to herself, "I used to have a desk mate who was very strange and likedcollecting stones. During the weekend holidays, that person even dragged me to the suburbs andmountains to pick up stones.”

Patrick listened quietly, and he rarely interrupted her.

"Is the desk mate a guy?”

Patrick only asked that.

Christian came to the bedroom door, opened the door, and answered him casually, "Yes."

"Oh." Patrick said meaningfully.

Sometimes Christina felt that Patrick liked to hear her complain. She didn't know if it was an illusion.If it weren't for the occasional question, she thought he didn't listen at all, but he did.

Thinking of this, Christina turned around and looked at him seriously.

It was amazing that Patrick was interested in listening to her complaints.

Christina looked at him seriously and directly. Patrick was standing at the door of the bedroom, andhe was unaccustomed to her look. He did not understand why this woman suddenly looked at himlike this.

She looked at him wholeheartedly, as if he was her whole world.

Patrick felt his ears burn and heat.

He turned his head slightly, trying to pass her sight, but Christina leaned over in surprise. Shereached out and grabbed his ear, exclaiming, "Patrick, you seem to have a fever."

His ears were red and warm.

"Don't touch it." Patrick felt uncomfortable and ordered her when she rubbed his ear.

"Don't be so tough!”

Christina was dissatisfied and let go of her hand.

It was not that Patrick deliberately provoked her. It was that no one had ever rubbed his ear. He wasinstinctively defensive towards her behaviors.

She had deliberately waited for him tonight, but Patrick did not appreciate it. When she wasconcerned if he had a cold, he was even mean to her.

With a straight face, she felt angry.

Suddenly, Christina reached out and patted Patrick on the head. With a snort, she immediately raninto the bathroom

Patrick was startled and completely unresponsive.

He watched Christina slip into the bathroom, subconsciously reached out to touch his head, andthen sighed.

When Christian touched him, he would just say something and never get angry.

When Christina washed her face and applied some skincare products in the bathroom, she heardNanny Faang being scolded by Patrick.

"Now, take them out.” Hearing Patrick's words, Christina secretly popped a head out of thebathroom out of curiosity. She looked around and saw Nanny Faang's back as if Nanny Faang wascarrying a large quilt out of the room.

While Patrick went into the cloakroom to get his pajamas, Christina quickly ran over and stoppedNanny Faang. "Why are you in such a hurry to move all the quilts out of the bedroom?"

Nanny Faang looked at her, and answered, "One quilt is enough. I just take the rest.”

Patrick was a meticulous man. When he pulled open the wardrobe and saw two large quilts, heguessed that Christina decided to prevent him from robbing her quilt at night.

What a travesty it was to have two quilts between husband and wife!

Therefore, he called for the rest to be taken away.

But Christina didn't think too much. Thinking that Nanny Faang had been scolded, she pattedNanny Faang on the shoulder and said soothingly, "Patrick is in a bad mood.”

Nanny Faang smiled without saying a word.

"By the way, what time does the twins drink milk in the morning?” Christina asked Nanny Faang. Shehad to prepare to take her children out secretly.

Nanny Faang answered truthfully, “Usually, the young master sleeps until he wakes up naturally. Hedrinks milk at 6 am, but he caught a cold last week and is still taking medicine.”

Was the baby sick?

Christina looked at her seriously, "The day before yesterday, I saw that they were ruddy and didn'tlook sick.”

"The children have a dry cough. Senior Mr. Hopkins is worry about it and asks the servants tocontinue giving the children some mild medication to boost their immune system.”

Grandpa was very concerned about his grandsons and thought that a sneeze was a big deal.

"The child has a cold. Wouldn't that make it harder for me to sneak them out?" Christina slippedback into her room and was preoccupied with the child.

Patrick came out of the other bathroom and saw that she was sleeping on her side, focusing on herthoughts. He lay down on the other side of the bed. He switched off the main light in the bedroom,leaving only the small yellowish light.

At 2 am, it was dark and quiet.

The yellowish light in the bedroom reflected Christina's fair cheeks. She suddenly pressed againsthis back and a soft and warm voice blew in his ear. "Patrick, the baby is sick. Isn't it inappropriate forus not to help feed the medicine ourselves?”

Patrick was in no mood to think about her words. He felt a little hot. She leaned closer to his ear andwhispered softly, her delicate body next to him.

There were some strong feelings in his body. He turned over and pressed her under him.

She looked at him with clear, big eyes in surprise. "What do you want to do?"

Before she could finish his sentence, Patrick kissed her directly. When she saw his burning eyes, didshe need to ask him what he wanted to do?

"Are you in a bad mood?"

As she asked, she was tossed over, and her nightgown was pulled off.

Patrick's voice was low and hoarse. "Who said I was in a bad mood?"

Christina had previously thought that they were in a bad mood because they had had a fight aboutsomething, but in fact they were very cooperative about sex. Patrick knew exactly how to make herfeel high.

Christina had heard it said that a couple's relationship could be shown through their sex life, andshe was relieved that she had a good experience with Patrick.