My billionaire husband spoils me too much
Chapter 789

Chapter 789Patrick glanced out the window casually, but his face changed drastically. “Pull over!” He shoutedalmost subconsciously."What's wrong?”Charles, who was driving, was startled and abruptly spun the steering wheel. The dazzlingly bluePorsche screeched to a halt by the curb.Some passers-by were frightened and yelled, “Are you crazy? Look at where you're going!”"What did you see?”After the angry people outside the car drifted away, Chandler asked Patrick, turning his head overhis shoulder.Patrick was a composed man and had barely lost his cool like that, so Charles thought somethingawful must have happened“Patrick, what happened?” Charles turned his head to Patrick too, looking worried.He just saw Patrick looking out of the window abstractedly. Charles and Chandler followed his gazeand saw a cinema opposite the street, where many couples came and went.Patrick realized his gaffe and shifted his eyes away, replying in a complicated tone, “Never mind.”“Shall we keep going now?”Charles asked carefully, looking intently at the cinema but disappointedly found nothing.Chandler noticed the gold pocket watch tightly clutched in Patrick's left hand. He'd never seen itbefore and felt a bit perplexed.They came to a bar where people danced and screamed in deafening music.They deliberately chose the booth next to the dance floor. Their quietness was at odds with theyoung people shaking their bodies in the shimmering light.Chandler looked around with a sly smile, sipping at a glass of whiskey; Charles texted on his phonewordlessly; Patrick had whiskey in his hand too but seemed too bothered to enjoy it.Their fine clothes and handsome faces drew a lot of inquisitive eyes but no one came to hit on themyet.Charles was busy texting the girl he'd just hooked up with,Annoyed by his swooning face, Chandler kicked him.BACharles snapped his head up and showed his friends a photo on his phone with a proud face thatonly belong to men in love.“I just met her not long ago. She's so innocent.”“You got tired of sexy, wild women already?” Chandler teased.“Dating an unfledged girl is refreshing and soul-purifying”Charles replied with a smug smile."She's so shy and blushes so easily. I'm intrigued. Can you believe it that we've been dating for halfa month but I haven't even touched her hand?”“I went to the movies with her yesterday and intended to watch a thriller so I could do somethingfor her, but she insisted on watching a boring archaeological documentary. I thought someone elsemust have told her to do that because she was not interested in the movie at all and actually fellasleep halfway. I kissed her cheek and she woke up with a start like a frightened bunny. Oh God, shewas so cute.”Charles rattled on with gusto about his love stories with this new girl.NA“She flushed and protested that I was being underhand... Ha ha, I mean, we were dating in a cinema.It would be rude of me if I didn't kiss her.”Patrick put down his glass on the glass table with a loud clang, which shut Charles up sharply. BothCharles and Chandler looked at him.“Patrick, what's the matter with you?”He was not himself today. Actually, he'd been off since he came back from abroad.After a long silence, Patrick suddenly mused, “I really don’t want to kill..."Charles and Chandler exchanged confused glances.Both of them knew better than to be nosy at this moment. The Iridescent light reflected on Patrickmade hissullen face visible from time to time.What was he thinking about?Patrick gripped the refined pocket watch in his left hand, his chest heaving as he worked tosuppress the surges of emotions. His mind was spinning with thousands of ways to kill a love rival.AchooIn the cinema, Chad suddenly had a big sneeze and felt a chill on his back.“Christina Christina.” He was watching the hottest thriller this year with Christina Screams echoed inthe poor-lit viewing room as a nasty zombie chased after the leading actress. Many girls pressedtheir heads against their boyfriends’ chest, shaking and shouting.Chad was not scared at all. He'd brought Christina to watch thrillers hoping that she might flingherself into his arms in fear and brought their relationship to a new level.However, Christina just wordlessly ate popcorn after the movie started.“Christina.”Chad called Christina a few times but she didn't reply. Chad turned his head curiouslyThey were far from the screen, and he saw many appalled faces under 3D glasses.Christina didn't scream, neither did she tremble. For a moment, Chad thought she was not the typeof girl who would be scared by thrillers.Chad took off his 3D glasses and scrutinized Christina through the dim light. Then he was amusedChristina sat stiffly straight like a sculpture, her face pale in horror,There were two wads of tissues in her ears; her eyes under the glasses were tightly squeezed shut,her hands were clenched into fists as if she was enduring some unbearable pain. Chad almost burstinto hysterics.He'd anticipated her being scared, but her reaction greatly surprised him.Christina was aghast and paralyzed. When she finally made it to the end of the movie and left thecinema, she had a sheen of sweat on her forehead."Were you terrified?” Chad laughed.Christina still felt lingering fear and just darted Chad a dirty look, which meant, (Yes! So what?)Although she hadn't thrown herself into Chad's arms as he'd expected, seeing a new aspect of hermade him grin contentedlyChad also registered that he had a long to go before winning her heart. She would rather endurethe fear herself than ask him for help..He speculated that she was the kind of girl who just huddled in the corner and waited for the cutsto heal whenshe was harmedDid she have this rock-hard shell because no one in her family could protect her during her growingup?Chad thought a lot about itHe believed that Christina must have had a helpless and hard childhood when she shouted for helpbut nobody came He started to feel distressed for herHowever, the reason why Christina hadn't left the movie halfway although it scared the shit out ofher was simply that she didn't want to waste the tickets,

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