Spoil My Errant Wife (Patrick and Christina)
Chapter 26: You Can't Spoil Her

"This year, I actually spend the first day of the New Year here..." It was already late at night.

Christina was depressed all day and couldn't sleep at night, so she ran to the back garden to enjoy the scenery.

Looking at the expensive flowers and exquisite cloisters in the garden, she felt that everything was illusory.

She never thought that she could live in such a magnificent place.

"No wonder those women are looking at Patrick like they're looking at a treasure..."

After all, marrying into the Hopkins Family was really something to brag about.

A gust of night wind blew, and Christina cringed and rubbed her hands.It was cold.

"What are you doing standing here?"

Suddenly, a deep voice sounded behind her.

As soon as Christina heard this voice, she immediately became alert.

She turned around and watched Patrick stride towards her.

For a moment, she didn't know what to say.

"What did he come back for? Didn't he stay in the hospital with Miss Jones?" It was quiet all around.

The moon was dim tonight, and only the orange streetlights in the garden shone.

Patrick saw her cheeks reddened by the cold wind.

"What are you doing standing here in the middle of the night?"

For some reason, his voice became a little anxious.

She wanted to retort, "Can't I just walk around the garden?" but she didn't dare.

"Go back to bed after 10 pm!"

Patrick seemed to be able to read her mind and ordered her coldly.

"Why?"

She yelled out angrily, Christina thought, 'He is so gentle with Miss Jones, but as soon as he came back, he was mean to me" Patrick's eyes became deeper and more complicated as he stepped forward, his voice somehow filled with anger.

"Do you think it's suitable for a pregnant woman to fool around?"

"I didn't..."

She was about to retort but she remembered that she had actually gone out earlier.

Patrick looked down at her palms turning red from the cold, and he looked more impatient.

Without saying anything, he reached out and dragged her straight into the house.

Sure enough, her hands were cold.

Christina was disgruntled when he suddenly tugged, almost dragged, "Let Me go. I'll walk myself..."

Patrick heard the noise behind her and became mad.

He took her into the house and immediately let her go.

"Go back to the bedroom!"

His voice sounded impatient. Christina looked at his cold face and felt even more displeased.

"No!" She puffed up her face and replied.

"You!" Patrick was so angry that his face turned red.

"Christina, what did you beg me for last time? You said you would reflect on how to be a mother. You're pregnant and you go out into the night air.Do you have any common sense?" Christina pursed her lips and did not dare to refute anymore.

She lowered her head and looked a little ashamed.

Patrick saw that she suddenly became silent, drooping her head as if she was really reflecting on herself.

He was angry and...couldn't do anything with her.

"Go back to your bedroom."

This time, his tone softened as much as possible.

"No!" she said it again.

Patrick narrowed his eyes and stared at the woman opposite him.

He already knew this woman was a pain in the ass and would make many more demands...

"Christina, what exactly do you want?"

Patrick remembered that other people had advised him not to make things difficult for Christina.

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became.

"I'm hungry.' Christina was a little embarrassed by his stare.

She looked down at her toes and said unhappily, "Grandpa said I can't eat too much because I'm pregnant. But I can eat an elephant..."

Patrick's face froze for a moment, and he was stunned at her words.

It's rare for a lady to say things like "I can eat an elephant" in front of aman.

Christina lowered her head and did not dare to look at him.

She looked a little embarrassed, and she was too hungry to sleep....

"No, don't call the chef" She peeked up and saw Patrick's stance of preparing to call for the maids, and immediately stopped him.

"I don't want to wake anyone up in the middle of the night." She looked guilty.

"I don't like that so-called tasteless nutritious meal."

Who wanted to eat that? It was worse than porridge!

'This woman is really picky about food!' Patrick's face darkened with anger and his eyes were fixed on her for a long time..."

Actually, Christina didn't know what was going on either.

Anyway...the two of them sneaked into the kitchen.

Originally, she had thought of sneaking into the kitchen to replace something she could eat and casually fill her stomach while everyone was asleep, but Patrick actually cooked noodles for her! Christina was a little flattered.

"Can you cook?"

Patrick glanced at her and motioned for her to stay out of the way.

Christina can't.

She was basically a kitchen waste who had trained hard for years and still had no talent.

She could cook the noodles too much.

Christina stayed in the corner and watched as Patrick took out some noodles and cut some scallion and beef slices.

He also marinated the beef with some ingredients.

Thinking of the carp soup with black beans that Patrick stewed a few days ago, she was a little surprised.

She didn't expect him to cook so well.

"Patrick, do you have a special hobby of cooking?" She exclaimed.

Patrick's hand with the kitchen knife paused for a moment and he turned to look at her as if he was a little annoyed.

Then he ignored her.

Christina noticed that he was a little angry and quickly added, "Actually, I wanted to say that a man who knows how to cook is awesome. Really, I was thinking about replaceing a cook to marry.'

"Oh."

He casually replied, remembering some things in the past, feeling bad.

Christina felt that he was different tonight. She thought it might be the new year.

"Patrick, can you make a tempura?" She asked carefully.

He looked up at her and clearly saw Christina's greedy face and her big eyes staring at him, eager to eat some.Patrick was furious.

"No shrimp!" He didn't know why he would reply to her.

"I saw a lot of soft-shelled crabs in the small pond in the garden. They came from Australia..."

Her voice was a little excited.

"Fried soft-shelled crabs are delicious!"

He mixed flour, eggs, and water to make a batter.

The fresh soft-shell crabs from the pool were gilled and battered directly into the frying pan and fried until golden brown, then...a plate of crispy fried soft-shell crabs was finished.

"Patrick, you're so awesome!"

Christina was a little excited and took the big bowl of noodles in his hand.

She used the chopsticks to pick up two soft-shelled crabs and threw them into the noodle soup.

"I'm easy to feed. You don't have to help me dip them in soy sauce."

She would just eat it with the noodles.

Patrick looked at her excited look, he was speechless that she had the nerve to say she was easy to feed.

Christina took her delicious meal out to the dining table and gobbled down the food.

Patrick stood by and watched her eat with satisfaction.

He himself was very confused that why he actually helped her do such a boring thing.

Christina was full and in a particularly good mood.

She approached him and thanked him sincerely.

"Full? Happy?"

Patrick looked at her silly smile and ordered angrily, "Go to sleep!"

Christina immediately changed into her pajamas and lay down on the bed, not daring to have other demands.

She hugged the quilt, and her small face showed happiness and disbelief.

The Young Master personally cooked noodles for her, and also made a soft-shelled crab that she had been drooling for a long time.

If only he could treat her as well as he did today every day, she would be happy.

When Patrick took a shower and came out, he found that the woman on the bed was already asleep.

Under the dim light, he could see her slight smile, which was much more natural than her previous vigilance.

Patrick looked at her like this, lost in thought.

He lifted the quilt and lay on the other side, only to replace that the center of the big bed was separated by her with a long pillow.

Finding her little trick, Patrick crossed the pillow, and pinched the tip of her nose, punishing her and not letting her breathe.

Christina couldn't breathe and felt uncomfortable.

Her little face was wrinkled.

She subconsciously waved her hands.

"Let go of me, let go of me."

She even knew to resist in her dream.

Patrick let go of her when he saw how uncomfortable she was.

He chuckled, which included a sense of indulgence.

He adjusted the temperature of the room, threw away the long pillow in the middle of the big bed, pulled the quilt for her, then dimmed the bedside lamp and closed his eyes to rest.

Earlier, he had been busy with Christina being kidnapped.

And then Cecilia suddenly came back.

Tonight, he was actually more tired than her.

Although Patrick also slept heavily, he nevertheless kept a certain amount of vigilance during his sleep.

Around four in the morning, he felt the woman beside him suddenly curl up and tremble.

He opened his eyes and looked at her.

"Christina!"

Startled, Patrick immediately woke up.

The woman next to him still closed her eyes and did not respond, but her face looked a little pale and her forehead was covered in a cold sweat.

Patrick frowned and he reached out his large palm to touch her forehead.

It was terribly hot.

He immediately got out of bed and grabbed the phone.

"Ask the doctor here."

When the private doctor heard that the Young Master had personally called, he rushed over nervously.

"What's wrong?"

Patrick saw the doctor examine Christina with a serious face and felt a little impatient.

"What's wrong with her?"

She had gone out for a night breeze earlier and nothing had happened.

How could she sleep in the middle of the night and suddenly have a high fever? The doctor heard his unkind tone and immediately said nervously, "Young Master, does Young Madam catch a cold?"

"I, I just blew the night breeze."

Christina was awake on the bed, but she was dizzy, and her voice was still a little hoarse.

Afraid that Patrick would scold her, she explained guiltily, "I wore thick clothes."

Patrick looked at her face, which was flushed red and pale from the fever.

He was a little upset.

He turned to the doctor in front of him.

"She jumped down the river last week and got cold"

Christina almost forgot about it and became even more anxious.

She reached out and tugged at the corner of his shirt, begging for mercy.

"Patrick, don't tell grandpa. Please."

"The videos have been deleted. Grandpa doesn't know about it " He looked at her frightened face and said in a low voice.

"Young Master, if this is the case, Young Madam should take a rest at this time." Of course, Patrick knew.

And that was why he canceled the wedding.

"But Young Master, did Young Madam eat something tonight?" The doctor asked again.

Patrick thought about it and told the truth.

The doctor was stunned.

"Young Master, pregnant women can't eat crab."

Fortunately, she didn't eat much!

"She wants to eat..." The doctor thought, "You can't spoil her"