Spoil My Errant Wife (Patrick and Christina)
Chapter 143

You would get yourself into trouble by provoking a man irresponsibly. Especially when you did it in bed, provoking your own husband...

On the excuse of marriage, Patrick ended the farce with furious sex.

He lay beside Christina and stared at her, who pretended to be sleeping.

"This is interesting." He thought to himself.

He found out that the only way to handle his wife was to treat her the way she treated him. He had to stop things from going in the way she wanted before they finally went out of his control.

"Stop that insidious smile on your face..." He had just taken advantage of her.

Christina rolled her eyes at him with a blushing face.

She was a little angry but had no strength to raise her arm and punch him.

Why was he always still energetic after sex while she got tired sore every time? It was so unfair! Christina bit him in the thigh as revenge.

Then she complained, "Patrick, how dare you bullying me in front of my son. You wait and see. I'll definitely pay you back for it as soon as the baby is born..."

It hurt because she had sharp teeth.

But Patrick was too delighted at this moment to feel the pain. He rubbed her head with his big palm and threatened her.

"Christina, stop, or I'll punish you again." His threat worked.

Christina trembled, "Those sperms are tired. They need some rest."

Wrapped in a blanket, she moved immediately to the other side of the bed.

She hid like a cowardly ostrich.

Patrick couldn't help but laugh out.

He patted her a little and gave her a gentle kiss between her brows.

Then he got out of bed, changed his clothes, and walked out of the bedroom quietly.

Christina was still blushing.

She couldn't really relax until she was convinced that Patrick was no longer in this room. "Why am I so nervous..."

Sometimes she couldn't understand this messy heartbeat herself either.

She felt sweet though, and also a little dizzy, a strange but wonderful feeling.

Suddenly it occurred to her that she was willing to spend the rest of her life with him.

"Patrick, are you willing to spend the rest of your life with me?"

Hiding in the blanket, she whispered to herself in an uncertain tone...

Not only was it because of her self-abasement.

What's more important is, she really didn't know much about him...

"Why won't you let me know?"

"Don't let her know!"

Patrick was answering a call in his study.

He looked pale and clasped the phone tightly in his hand.

"Don't tell her about this..."

Charles disagreed on the other end of the line.

"Patrick, you know what kind of person she is. She won't be happy if she replaces out you deliberately hide this from her.Why don't you just tell her about your illness.."

"I told you not to mention it to her"

Patrick emphasized in a colder tone, "And the thing grandpa is investigating. Don't let him get to it either..."

Charles was startled by his scolding.

He replied seriously, no longer in his daily casual tone.

"Grandpa did all those things for you. He was worried about the bullet in your brain. Do you know that it would kill you once it deviated..."

"I know you keep the bullet thing as a secret because you're guilty of how Derek became a vegetable after the car accident while you recovered. You refused the surgery too. For what? Are you punishing yourself or being overcritical of yourself? Now that Derek is fine, when are you going to let this go..."

Charles sounded a little anxious in the end.

Grandpa was worried.

He and Chandler were worried.

But Patrick just wouldn't take their advice.

Christina's words might work, but somehow Patrick just wouldn't let her know about this.

"Derek won't blame you, Patrick. You don't have to wait for him to literally say it..."

Unlike Charles, Patrick wasn't a little worried.

Walking to the French window of the study peacefully, he mocked himself.

"Six years..."

"For six years had he been in hospital. He missed too much...Six years could completely change a person.

"If he had known that driving over to save me would have cost him six years, he wouldn't have been willing to... My life was a gift from him."

"Lowed him." He thought.