My billionaire husband spoils me too much
Chapter 50

Chapter 50 Tell You a Story

And. She looked at him with complicated expressions on her face. Patrick had a large lunch box inhis right hand and a book in his left hand.

“What is he going to do?”

“Eat these.”

Patrick opened the lunch box he had brought and placed it directly in front of her. It sounded likehe was ordering

her.

"No."

Christina pulled a long face and she didn't know what she was sulking about. She carried the foodmade in the hospital, picked up the eggs and pig

liver that she hated, and stuffed them directly into her mouth.

At this time, they were in the small side-hall of the ward, where there was a set of simple woodenchairs and a glass tea table. Dinner brought by Patrick was placed on the tea table, emitting a strongfragrance.

“Miss Dickens, didn’t you just say that you dislike the food in our hospital? This Chicken Soup issuitable for you. It's not greasy and it doesn't taste like Traditional Chinese Medicine, and it'smade by the chef of a five-star hotel...”

The nurse tried to persuade Christina.

Christina smelled the strong aroma and found that it was exactly the soup she liked.

She did not know what this man was thinking. But she knew he was never such a kind man.

What if it was poisonous?’ She was a little childish and got in a rage with

herself.

“No, I love these.”

With a sullen face, she took a large

piece of egg into her mouth,chewed it, and pretended that it was delicious.

Patrick remained silent. Instead, he sat

in the chair opposite her and looked at

her thoughtfully.

Christina disliked him in her heart even

more. He looked at her and made her

unable to go back on her word.

After dinner, she went back into bed and became an obedient patient.

She looked expressionless at the boring TV series. From time to time, she secretly glanced at thesmall side

hall. The man hadn't left yet!

The atmosphere in this ward was very

weird...

He was in the same space as her, but they were not talking. She was watching TV absent-mindedly,and he was reading

Christina opened her eyes slightly. “He's reading a fairy tale book!

Just then, Patrick also looked up at her,

and their eyes met.

She immediately lay back on the bed with her back to him

While Patrick approached her with the Grimm's Fairy Tales...

He stood by the bedside. His beautiful brows on his handsome face slightly drew closer. It was as ifhe was struggling with something.

"Do you want to hear a story?” He said in a deep voice

thought

Christina hallucinating

she

was

She didn't believe what she heard until the man sat on the chair beside the bed

and read the story of Snow White word by word. This romantic love fairy tale was completelyinconsistent with

the cold and stern temperament of Mr.

Hopkins.

But Christina could tell that he was

very

attentive

and,

of

course,

awkward.

"Why are you reading this? I don't like this story.” She still turned her back to him and muttered toherself, but it was undeniable that a strange fecling welled up in her heart.

When he read that Snow White had

taken a bite of the poisoned apple,

Patrick's deep eyes lit up slightly. He seemed to be surprised.

Such a surprising expression was clean and pure but it was unlikely to appear on his cold face.

But now, Patrick was a little stunned.

"So it really works.” He murmured, his heart throbbing with excitement.

The woman in the hospital bed fell asleep. Patrick lowered her eyes and took a deep look at theGrimm Fairy Tale in his hand.

When he met a couple in the lobby of the hospital, the patient woman acted coquettishly and askedher boyfriend to tell her a story to coax her to sleep. At that time, he thought it was an extremelychildish and unscientific method.

But somehow, he bought this Grimm Fairy Tale.

Suddenly, he heard a chuckle from the

door.

When Patrick looked up, he had already returned to that cold and indifferent man. The nurse at thedoor was immediately shocked. She quickly

packed her things and walked out.

The doctors and nurses here all knew that this ward was occupied by the Young Master and YoungMadam of the Hopkins Family, but this Mr. Hopkins did not seem to be as sinister and terrifying asthe rumor hadit.

His surprised look just now was inexplicably cute

Unfortunately, Miss Dickens fell asleep and didn't see it.

Christina was sleeping soundly. She

dreamed of the scene that Patrick read in the story of Snow White. Connie, the old witch, took apoisonous apple and let her eat it.

She snatched the poisoned apple and crushed it into pieces with one hand, “F*CK YOU!" She kickedConnie in

anger.

Suddenly, the dream changed. She stood on a beautiful stone bridge, and a man slowly approachedher on a white horse.

“Prince Charming?”

She fell in love with that man, and she

looked forward to seeing the man who

was approaching

However, when she saw the man's cold

face, Christina panicked and screamed as if she saw a ghost, “I don't want ice!”

She screamed and opened her eyes, only to replace that she was dreaming

The morning light shone in, and the clock on the wall showed that it was 7:00 am. She was alone inthe ward and it was quiet.

Christina lay on the bed and took a few deep breaths, her heart still beating a little erratically."Give me back my gentle Prince Charming!”

She was a little angry inexplicably. Why did she dream of Patrick? In her opinion, if Patrick was ridinga horse, he should have a machete. This would

make his cold and sinister temperament more like that of the god of death.

She got up and went to the bathroom to brush her teeth and wash her face. Since the doctor had tomake the rounds of the wards at 8:00, she stayed in bed obediently after washing up.

As soon as she sat back on the bed, the door to the ward was opened.

Christina subconsciously looked up at the clock on the wall. It was only 7:30.

The doctor should not be at work yet.

The door was open with a click, and Christina froze. “It is him. What is he doing here again?

When Patrick was looking at her, his

face suddenly darkened.

Then, with a cold face, he walked quickly towards her.

Christina was a little frightened by his imposing manner. “Hey, what are you doing.”

As soon as he came over, he bent over and leaned closer to her. His hands were still moving aroundher chest. Christina nervously pushed him away. “Is sex the only thing he thought in the morning?Patrick saw that she was on guard and repelled him, he was a little angry. “Button up, Charles andChandler are coming over later.”

When Christina heard him say this, she

lowered her head and noticed that the collar of her gown was wide open. His long fingers wereindeed just buttoning her clothes. He didn't do anything else.

“I'm a woman. It shouldn't matter if ! see it.” The nurse brought in some injection bottles andchuckled.

Christina and the nurse looked at each other and Christina's face turned red.

She pushed the man in front of her away, feeling both embarrassed and angry, “Okay, the topbutton doesn’t need to be buttoned!”

Patrick insisted, “Don’t move!”

Seeing that Christina was embarrassed, the nurse quickly helped

her to have an intravenous drip and walked out

“If only I had a boyfriend like that.”

"Keep your voice down. Stop dreaming. That's Patrick Hopkins.

The nurses in the hospital had been very excited these days. Christina could vaguely hear themtalking about Patrick

"He didn't seem to have eaten all day yesterday. He had brought dinner for two, but the womanrefused to eat..

“It is none of my business!

"However, Patrick did bring dinner for two last night. Was he planning to have dinner with me here?Christina looked over to the balcony of the ward. Patrick was making a phone call. It seemed thatthe company had something urgent that he shall deal with. As a busy bee, he really shouldn't stayhere and waste his time.

“Christina, why are you staring at Patrick covetously?

As soon as Charles came in, he laughed and teased her.

Christina was speechless and she didn't show any respect to him. “What are you doing here? I don'twant to see

you."

“I'm here to look in on you. Why are

you still so irritable?” Charles was

shameless and sat down on the chair

beside the bed, clearly trying to anger

her.

“Miss Dickens, we are here to ask you something.”

Chandler was dressed in a black suit with silver-rimmed glasses. He spoke politely

“Chandler, you don't have to be so polite with her. Christina likes Simpleness and roughness. Sheprefers to get straight to the point.”

Charles had light brown hair, and a

shiny blue diamond stud appeared on his left ear. These fit him very much as

he was such a swanking man.

Christina looked at them and suddenly

remembered the difference between

her and them.

Her long eyelashes were hanging down, covering the humbleness in her eyes. “What's the matter?”Charles noticed that she didn't seem to be happy. He turned around and grabbed a book by thebed in surprise. He immediately teased, “Christina, look at the Grimm Fairy Tale. I didn't

expect you to be so childlike as you are

already so old.”

Christina immediately glared at him.It

was bought by Patrick!"

“Put the book down.” Patrick hung up and walked over from the balcony

When Charles Saw Patrick, he immediately behaved himself and put

the book back honestly.

Chandler stood by and looked at them. He couldn't help but laugh.

They all knew that no matter how arrogant Charles was, he could only admit defeat in front ofPatrick.

“Miss Dickens, who did you talk to on the phone the night of your accident? Chandler askedquestions seriously.

“No one special” she said casually.

Charles

immediately

“No one?” disagreed.

“Christina, I happened to call you that

night. Your phone was always busy. Besides visiting your grandmother in C City, did you see anyoneelse?”

Christina looked at their scrutinizing Cyes and felt that they were interrogating her. She lowered hereyes and felt a little uncomfortable in her heart.

“We just want to tell you that you may have been used by some people.” Chandler was thoughtfuland could tell at a glance how overcautious she was.

Christina raised her head and found Patrick standing beside her. His eyes

were deep and burning. It was as if he

was waiting for her to continue

Speaking

But... Christina was hesitant and she had her own scruples. “I didn't meet anyone.” She finally saidthis in a low voice.

Patrick's eyes narrowed, while Charles and Chandler looked at each other in speechless despair.They knew that Christina was hiding something.

In fact, before they came over, they had already investigated and found that Christina received a callfrom a stranger at 6:00 that night. Not long after, she went out of the hotel, called a taxi, and wentout.

Christina was indeed a beauty, and she

had an outstanding appearance. The

driver quickly recalled her and told

them where he had sent her.

And even if she didn't say anything.

they could easily replace out who she saw

that night by checking the newsletter, but it was a little strange that she didn't