Spoil My Errant Wife (Patrick and Christina)
Chapter 43: Christina Steals My Man

"Christina steals my man..."

"I was forced to leave my home. It's all her fault that I suffered so much during these years,"

Cecilia sobbed, her trembling hand gripping the hand of the middle-aged woman.

"Mom, you must help me..."

"Is Christina really the daughter of the richest man in our city?"

"She's the daughter of Donald.Why does such a rich girl work in our shop? And she even works the night shift? There are some things I've never dared to tell you. Every time she comes to our shop, she laughs at me and makes things difficult for me. She also says that her family can make us homeless. She scares me... This time she really went too far..."

Her voice became more and more agitated, and she was choking with sobs.

"Mom, I, I don't know what I should do. Christina wants me to die. She wants to kill me. She's going to kill your grandson..."

"What?!"

When Sophie heard the word 'kill, she was very anxious. Seeing her hands protecting her abdomen, Sophiee asked ina trembling voice.

"Are, are you pregnant?"

"Christina is pregnant. Where can she go?"

Charles sat in the back seat of the car, feeling bored.

He propped up his chin with his right hand as he looked out the window at the sunset, muttering in alow voice.

He suddenly thought of something and turned to look at Chandler beside him.

"Just now, Patrick's phone rang a few times.It should be Christina who called him. Should we tell him..."

The car got off the highway and left the First High School of C City.

The driver of the Stephenson Family rushed over and said something urgent happened to the Stephenson Family.

Chandler and Charles hurriedly left.

They left a car outside the school for Patrick, along with his coat and cell phone in it.Chandler also looked out the window at the sunset and said lightly, "It's past six o'clock. Patrick should be in the car. He will drive directly to the W hotel. There is no need for Christina to tell him. He has known where she's staying...' Charles thought his words made sense.

Before they came over, Patrick had asked him to check where Christina stayed, but...

"But what if Christina has something else to do with him? The last time I took Christina to Fire Club. Patrick heard that and yelled at me angrily. He really scared me.' Charles complained.

From that time on, Charles was very careful about anything about Christina.

Chandler also heard that and laughed out loud.

"Patrick doesn't like Christina to show up in public. You are a fool!"

"How do I know that? He's too strict with that witch..." Charles sighed.

"Cecilia's advertisements are everywhere.Patrick has made her so famous. He treats them so differently..."

Why did he have to hide Christina? Charles really couldn't figure it out.

When Chandler heard this, he lost in his thoughts and did not answer.

"Patrick, are you in the car now?" Charles grabbed his phone and called Patrick.

"You're going to the W Hotel, right?...Oh, nothing.I just wanted to tell you that your phone rang a few times before, and there seems to be a text message from Christina.." Before Charles could finish his sentence, he heard a loud 'bang' from the phone.

"Patrick, what's wrong?" Charles's expression changed and asked anxiously.

Chandler also heard the sound because he sat beside Charles, and he became nervous.

"A car accident?"

"I have something important..."

Patrick quickly opened the door, got out of the car, and said that hastily.

"What's the matter? Do you need any help?" Charles was a little worried.

"Patrick, it hurts..."

Patrick didn't answer him and directly hung up.

Charles only heard a weak female voice, which was from...

Charles's face turned cold when he heard that voice.

"What's going on? Should we send someone over?" Chandler asked him anxiously.

Charles said coldly, "The most important thing for Patrick is to be with Cecilia..."

He was somehow indignant at what Patrick had done for Christina.

Cecilia? Chandler was a little surprised.

Patrick was with Cecilia now.

Did he come to C City for Cecilia? Although they were all childhood friends, they had never dared to interfere with Patrick's personal affairs because of his aloof and cruel personality. "What's Christina doing? Her man will be stolen by another woman...' Charles cursed and called Christina to inform her.

Chandler saw his nervous expression and asked with a smile, "You seem to like Christina?"

"I just don't like Cecilia."

Charles snorted, his tone somewhat similar to that of Mr.Hopkins.

He ran an entertainment company. He knew women well.

"Although Patrick doesn't have many women around him, he doesn't..."

Seeing Charles's exaggerated expression, Chandler retorted.

"You know he had been kidnapped...He doesn't know anything about these affairs."

Charles thought of what happened in the past and became worried about his bro.

Christina's cell phone was ringing anxiously...

She happened to come out of the bathroom, so she walked to the bed with her phone, and took a look at the strange caller Id.

After a moment of hesitation, "Hello, I'm Christina."

She answered the call.

Christina was surprised to hear the voice over the phone.

"Oh, okay, okay...I'll be right there."

"What's wrong?"

At the same time, Charles stared at his phone with a dark face.

"This witch's phone is busy.Who is she talking to?!"

He grumbled immediately.

"Charles, if you're really worried, why don't you go to the hotel.." Chandler asked.

Charles was expressionless.

"It's none of my business. She's not my wife"

"And Christina is such a violent girl, we two may be defeated by her karate..."

That was true.

"Watch out!"

Christina took a taxi and hurried to the milk tea shop.

As soon as she got out of the taxi, she saw Sophie, the owner of the shop, look panicked.

She almost slipped because of a puddle of water.

Christina stepped forward quickly and held her.

"Sophie, you should be careful" she said lightly.

"I, I'm fine," Sophie immediately pushed her away, as if she did not like to be touched by her. Christina kept a distance of half a meter from her and lowered her eyes in confusion.

She didn't know if it was her illusion.

She felt that Sophie was a little cold and distant to her.

"By the way, Sophie, you just called and said you needed my help. What's the matter?"

She didn't think too much about it, and she went straight to the point.

Sophie's expression became more complicated when she heard her caring words.

"Well, a few hooligans came over and I was scared, so I asked you to come over..."

Her voice grew lower, and she finally lowered her head as if she felt guilty.

Instead of looking at her expression, Christina walked up to her and pulled out a chair for her.

"Sophie, sit down first.We can discuss it.."

When Sophie saw her action, she became more and more guilty and ashamed.

They sat face to face.

They were the only two in the quiet milk tea shop, which was closed today.

"You said hooligans blackmailed you?" Christina believed her words.

"Did you call the police?"

"Did they hurt you? Did you lose anything?"

Sophie kept her head down and stammered, "No, it's OK. They're all gone."

But Christina was indignant.

"Those freeloaders must have scolded you, right? There used to be a lot of hooligans..."

When she talked about the past, Sophie had mixed feelings.

In the past, when she just started her shop here, some local ruffians often came to eat and drink without paying because they thought they could bully Sophie, the widow.

And they swore and threatened her not to call the police.

But after Christina came to her shop as a part-time worker...

"..And I got you into trouble that time. You were even taken to the police station.' Sophie mumbled in shame.

On her first day at the store, Christina happened to meet these hooligans.

Sophie didn't dare to drive them out but decided to let them eat and drink for nothing.

However, Christina couldn't bear to see that.

She directly grabbed a chair and threw it at them.

"It's nothing. It's their fault." Christina smiled awkwardly.

Christina admitted that she was bad-tempered.

She had been pampered in the Dickens Family since she was a child.

She couldn't bear those hooligans.

She couldn't control herself and grabbed a chair to fight with them.

"Christina, I..."

Sophie looked at her, hesitated for a moment, and suddenly stood up.

"I squeezed some fresh mango juice.I'll go get you a cup."

"Thank you.' Christina saw her walking towards the counter and thanked her softly.

Sophie knew she liked mango juice, but...

Christina glanced at the counter casually and felt that Sophie was acting strangely today. She looked furtive...

"Christina, I want to ask you something,"

Sophie returned to the table and looked at her with complicated eyes.

"You were quickly bailed out that time. Who was the person who bailed you out?"

When Christina heard her suddenly ask about it, she lowered her eyes and felt a little sad and angry.

"It's my dad," she replied indifferently.

She didn't like to lie.

That day, she fought with hooligans and was sent to the police station.

But the police chief sent her out politely in person.

She guessed that it should be Donald who bailed her out.

However, after many days of hesitation, she made a call to the Dickens Family.

She had decided to say thanks to her father, but Donald scolded her as soon as the phone got through.

He scolded her for humiliating the Dickens Family, which made her feel even sadder.

"Is your father really the richest man in our city?"

Sophie's surprised voice interrupted her memory.

Christina raised her head and nodded reluctantly.

"Yes. Sophie's eyes were full of mixed emotions, and her heart hardened..."

She tightened her grip on the mango juice in her right hand.

Finally, she said in a hoarse voice, "Christina, I prepared this for you myself..."

As she spoke, she handed the mango juice to Christina.

Christina took a sip and smiled.

"It tastes good."

But Sophie turned around in panic, her face turning pale.

"If there's nothing else, I'll go first. My husband might be waiting for me at the hotel. He has a bad temper, and he's probably going to get mad because he's waiting for me..."

Christina finished the juice, grabbed her bag, and waved goodbye to Sophie.

Sophie stood at the door of the store, watching her gradually disappear...

"Mom, have you done?"

Just then, Sophie's phone rang.

Sophie's hand trembled as she held the phone.

She had never done anything guilty, but this time...

"She finished the drink..."