My billionaire husband spoils me too much
Chapter 98

"Sit down."

Patrick pushed her into a taxi and helped her fasten her seat belt. After all, it was not a car from theHopkins, so he didnt trust those "outsiders" at all.

The driver was under pressure. Although he did not know the two passengers, the man glanced athim, and his cold eyes seemed to tell him to drive safely.

"How're your feet?"

The car started slowly. Patrick sat beside her and frowned at her legs.

Christina was acting like a hooligan just now. Her act of sitting directly on the road surprised Patrick,making him think that her feet cramped because of pregnancy and it was very urgent, so he evendidn't wait for the driver of the Hopkins and directly took a taxi back.

Christina felt embarrassed when he looked at her.

She lowered her head guiltily and was thinking about how to deceive him. Suddenly, her phonerang. She perked up, immediately taking out her phone and pressing the answer button."Christina, have you met Patrick?" It was Mr. Hopkins.

Christina was surprised and replied truthfully, "Yes, we're going back together."

The old man on the other end of the phone heard her and didn't ask any more questions. He justsaid, "If you encounter any trouble in the future, just tell him. He is your husband...”

"Grandpa, did something happen?” Christina was really confused.

"He didn't tell you? That bastard heard you wanted to borrow money, so he called you in a hurryand directly drove out to look for you..."

Christina blushed inexplicably again. "Didn't he just pass by?"

"He went specially to see you.”

Old Master Mr. Hopkins said that heavily, feeling that those two people were really...He didn't wantto care about those young people anymore. He just felt that what they did was really troublesome.The old man hung up, and Christina looked at the screen in a daze.

The man next to her could vaguely hear their conversation on the phone. He pursed his lips andgazed at her profile, wanting to say something.

"How's your feet?" He repeated in a complicated tone.

Christina lowered her head, not daring to look straight into his burning eyes. She shook her longlegs and said, "I'm fine."

Patrick looked at her childish action and smiled slightly in anger.

In fact, it was much easier to serve Christina than he had expected during her pregnancy. She hadno vomiting and was occasionally picky about food, but she was unlike some pregnant women whowere depressed and irritable. And she would not act coquettishly. In a word, she was relativelyobedient.

"Next month, I will hand over my work to Shawn, so I will have time to stay at home with you." Hesuddenly changed the subject in a plain tone.

When Christina heard what he said, she looked up at him in shock.

She stammered as if she felt extremely flattered, "I, I'm fine at home. Grandpa and the others arevery nice to me, so you don't..."

He looked at the nervousness on her face and frowned, wanting to say something.

But all of a sudden, he urged the driver anxiously, "Turn right!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the driver looked in the rearview mirror with astonishment.Behind them was a white Bentley that seemed to have gone crazy. It was driven at an excessivespeed and was charging right at them...

The driver seemed to be in a panic. He wanted to brake to avoid the car, and he turned the steeringwheel with trembling hands...

The car suddenly took a big turn, making Christina feel very dizzy, and her face turned pale withfright.

But they didn't avoid the white Bentley behind them. Christina widened her eyes as she looked atthe bright light reflected from the rearview mirror. A familiar face flashed on that car. It was Cory..He was drunk. His face was hideous, and his red eyes were bloodshot. He grabbed the steeringwheel hard, accelerating and saying, "Patrick, go to hell.”

She was so scared that her mind went blank. Looking at the moment of colliding, she was soshocked that she didn't know what to do.

"Put your hands on your head."

She could not hear it clearly, only to see Patrick's anxious face. He pounced in front of her at anextremely fast speed and hugged her tightly...

Bang!

With a loud, piercing sound, the car was hit by the huge impact and flew down the guardrail on theleft side of the round hill highway. Then it flipped over the hill. Everything was in a mess.

Finally, it stopped. The metal shell of the car was deformed, and the wheels were up.

Under the pitch-black mountain road, a bloody liquid gushed out of the scrapped metal car..."..Are you hurt?"

A long time later, a hoarse voice came from the narrow, suffocating space.

The car was badly deformed, and Christina was very dizzy, but she was not seriously injured becausePatrick jumped in front of her and almost blocked all the impact for her.

This was the foot of the highway. It was very dark. She could not see Patrick's face, but she couldhear his low, hoarse voice.

"I, I'm not hurt."

Her heart was filled with fear and uneasiness, and she could feel that he was right in front of her.Her consciousness was a little blurry, but she kept telling herself to calm down. She responded tohim weakly.

The driver in front did not move, not even breathing.

There was dead silence all around, and the thick smell of blood was unbearable. She could not helpbut tremble. She tried to struggle out of the car and shout, but her tears slid down from the cornerof her eyes.

At this moment, she was panicked. She really didn't know what to do.

"Don't be afraid, someone will come soon..." His deep and familiar voice came into her ears.

He reached out his big hands with difficulty as if he was using his last bit of strength to touch thetears that were sliding down her cheek. He wanted to comfort and encourage her.

She raised her hands in fear and hugged him, but suddenly, she felt some salty liquid on the cornerof her lips. She knew it wasn't her tears but was blood...

The blood dripped from his forehead to her face...

Her face was pale and her hands were stiff, but she grabbed his big palms anxiously and felt theywere cold.

"Patrick."

"Patrick, what's wrong with you..."

Tears welled up in the corner of her eyes, and the panic made her breathless. He was always sostrong, and he never had an accident...

But now he was so close to her, and she realized that his skin was so cold that he almost lost hisbody temperature...

"Patrick, Patrick, wake up. Don't scare me. Please answer me..."

"Patrick."

She kept calling out his name in a low voice, pleading and suppressing her fear, but he neveranswered her.

"No."

"Help, help.”

She screamed and tried to climb out to get help, but she didn't have the strength to escape.

Help.

She didn't know how long had passed. The air of suffocating death was entwined in the narrow car.When she closed her eyes feebly, everything seemed to return to dead silence...

Suddenly, she heard some urgent footsteps...

She had a cerebral concussion, and she was so dizzy and unconscious, but she was sure that thefootsteps were coming this way...

"Tina..."