My billionaire husband spoils me too much
Chapter 810

Patrick took her back to the Hopkins family.

Nanny Faang was very happy to see her back and quickly asked if everything was okay. During thepast few days when Christina was back to Dickens’ family, the atmosphere in Eastern Garden wascold and solemn. When she came back, everyone was immediately busy preparing dinner.

"Senior Mr. Hopkins took the two young masters to the Shepherd family, and the old masterShepherd asked them to stay over... Old Madam Hopkins went to Paris with her friends the daybefore yesterday and hasn't come back yet.”

Nanny Faang said to her briefly.

She hurriedly ordered the servants at home. "Bring some ginseng and conch soup, and serve somepastries and fruits later... And tell the kitchen that if the bird's nest is foamy, it can be stewed now.Young madam wants to drink it tonight.”

As she ordered, Nanny Faang turned around to Christina with a smile. She asked her to get back tothe bedroom and change her clothes.

The Hopkins family had always taken good care of her. It would probably take all her luck to getmarried a Hopkins. Christina looked at Nanny Faang gratefully.

"Didn't you say you were hungry?" Patrick tilted his head and saw tears at the corner of her eyes,which made his face serious.

Just as Patrick was about to say something, Christina pushed him on the back with both hands andurged, "Don’t go back to the study. Let's change and come down for soup first. You haven't hadlunch yet."

Patrick let her push him upstairs and looked back at her. He frowned strangely.

It was just the two of them for dinner.

Patrick never spoke much during dinner. Christina picked up chopsticks and started eating.Although she thought that she should treat Patrick better, she really couldn't think of a good way.Instead, Patrick picked up many dishes for her as usual.

Christina immediately realized something and clumsily learned from him to put fish in his bowl.Patrick looked up at her in surprise, thinking that she was too abnormal tonight.

Christina was a little embarrassed and buried herself in eating.

The table for the two of them seemed very quiet, and Patrick looked at her from time to time.Christina was not good at getting along with others. She had always been alone. She lookedawkward when she wanted to care about others.

"Patrick, do you want me to walk with you after dinner?” Christina, who had just put down herchopsticks and racked her brains, suddenly looked up and asked him.

She was going to take a walk with him.

Patrick didn't even realize it and asked hesitantly, "Where?"

It seemed it was her who needed the accompany.

"Go to the lotus pond. It's quiet over there. It's comfortable in the wind.” She knew that Patrick wasgoing back to his study to work later, so he couldn't go far.

Patrick picked up a handkerchief and wiped his mouth, then smiled. "Don't you think it's gloomyover there?"

There were many plants in the Hopkins family, and the people living in were not many. Christinaused to complain that Hopkins family was too big, especially at night when the lotus pond wasgloomy. Nanny Faang had been trying to imply Christina should give birth to a few more children toliven up the family. However, Christina did not get it, and Patrick did not seem to want her to getpregnant.

To make the lotus pond less gloomy, Patrick wanted to fill it up directly, but the Senior Mr. Hopkinsdid not agree. In the end, the compromise method was to hire more than a dozen servants to taketurns on duty.

"I'm different now."

Christina knew that he was laughing at her and muttered a retort.

Patrick found it funny to see her like this. "What's the difference?”

She knew to be nice to him now.

Christina held her neck and looked fierce. "I'm different.” She didn't have the nerve to explain indetail.

It was the first time for the two of them to take a walk after dinner. Patrick thought it was really niceto take a walk side by side.

In the night, looking sideways, Patrick found that her side face seemed to be slightly red, like whenshe was young and shy back to school, her eyes turned and she looked a little restrained.

Patrick looked at her childish and restrained expression and felt happy but uneasy.

So when Patrick went back to the study, he picked up his phone and said in a serious tone, "Whatdid the Dickens family do to her?"

Christina had sneaked back to her family without informing him. He was a little annoyed at first. Heplanned to go over and pick her up after finishing urgent work. Now she came back, but shebecame so weird. Did Donald bully her again?

Patrick had been holding a grudge against the Dickens family for abandoning her. If Christina hadn'tbeen nice and willing to reconcile with the Dickens family, he would never let go of them.

On the other end of the phone, Donald received a call and was questioned for no reason. Before hecould think about how to speak, he heard his daughter, Christina's voice. "Patrick, let me give you amassage."

Patrick hung up the phone.

Donald was very angry. His daughter had served him well and he talked to his father-in-law in sucha disrespectful tone. Hmph.

Donald got grudged and talked to Betty.

"Betty, tell Christina don't be too nice to men. Men are all bastards.”

"Especially tell her don't serve her husband and sons all day long. It's like our family is so humble. Ifher grandfather were still alive, he wouldn't let her be a perfect wife. Hmph.”

Betty was confused.

It was still not qualified for her niece, Christina, to be a good wife.

On the other side of the Hopkins family, Christina smiled and stuck her head through a half-closeddoor. She shouted eagerly, "Patrick, can I give you a massage?" She seemed to be about to dosomething big, and her clear eyes could not suppress her excitement.

Patrick's study was a confidential place. Two bodyguards were standing outside the study, butChristina was free to enter.

Patrick was also used to being disturbed by her. He quickly hung up the phone with his right hand.He regained his composure and waved at her. "Come in."

Before he could ask why she was so attentive tonight, she excitedly went into the bathroom on theside of the study and filled a large basin of hot water with two towels and a bottle of massageessential oil. She pulled him seriously to sit on the small sofa in the study.

"Let me massage your shoulder. Does your shoulder hurt?"

Christina asked him expectantly, holding a hot towel and essential oil in her hand.

Patrick could only answer, "Yes."

"I knew it," she was happy. "You've been sitting at work all day. Your shoulders must be stiff...""Patrick, take off your clothes first.” As she spoke, she put her hand on him and quickly took off hisshirt, unbuttoning all the buttons. Patrick sat upright. He should have enjoyed the service, but all hefelt was weirdness.

She had never been so attentive since they got married.

If the Dickens family hadn't bullied her, it would have been that she had caused trouble and wantedhim not to be angry.

"What do you think? Is the water hot?"

"It will have a good effect to apply a hot towel first before massaging it with essential oil. Is it theright position? Will you feel numb and swollen...”

Christina was not good at serving people, but she was very serious and sincere. Even if he was thesubject of an experiment, Patrick felt very happy.

"Do you feel uncomfortable here?" She lowered her head and fiddled with her fingers.

He grunted. "Then I'll press here harder.” Christina tried her best to concentrate.

Patrick looked at her slightly drooping eyelashes. Her eyelashes were long and thick, slightly curled.Charles said that the woman with long eyelashes was bad-tempered. Thinking of this, he wanted tolaugh. She was not gentle in fact. He liked her eyes the most. They were always watering and clear,with a bit of stubbornness and resolution.

"Patrick, do you want a massage on your leg?"

"Let me take off your pants too." She was concentrated and simple-minded.

But Patrick, who had been taken off his pants, was a man after all. He carried her forward, turnedaround, and pressed her down. His voice was a little hoarse. "Stop."

"Christina, it's my turn to serve you, okay?" The deep and seductive voice blew in her ear, makingher blush immediately.

Before she said "yes", Patrick kissed her. No matter how slow he was, he could feel her flattery. Ofcourse, he had to give her feedback.