My billionaire husband spoils me too much

Chapter 33

"How is that possible? This is your

WhatsApp account...”

Carrie handed her the phone. Connie looked at the screen and immediately became nervous.

“It's usually my manager who helps me with my Twitter and WhatsApp” Connie felt that someone was

manipulating it and immediately called

her manager, who said that he didn't

post it today.

Connie was in a panic.

She suddenly thought of something She knew that some people could easily get her password... Sis. if you didn’t send the text, then who did it.”

Carrie looked puzzled. Just as she asked, a tall figure happened to stride past a corridor on her left. Carrie looked into the man's deep eyes and was stunned.

Patrick glanced at them coldly, holding a stack of documents in his right hand, and strode past them.

Carrie and Connie's hearts trembled.

With that cold look, he was clearly

warning.

“It's him?”

Carrie spoke in a trembling voice and

immediately grabbed Connie's hand in

fear. “Sis, what are we going to do? Did he know about the kidnapping of Christina last time.” Carrie quickly consoled herself. “No way. Cecilia has come back, so he doesnt care about Christina's kidnapping anymore.” Otherwise, according to his character, he must have done something already. But just now...

Connie's mind was in a mess. Clearly. It was Patrick who sent the WhatsApp

text to Carrie

"Why did he suddenly ask me to bring the child to Hopkins Family?” Carrie

was frightened.

Connie's face was filled with fear. “I

don't know.”

Patrick wanted Carrie to marry Cory? But why did he do that...

What exactly did he want to do?

"Who knows what he’s thinking? He's so hard to deal with Patrick, you bastard...”

Christina had a rough day. She soaked in warm water in the bathtub, splashing the water angrily, creating bubbles

Donald and Cory had already left, but

Christina had no appetite. She didn’t

even have dinner tonight. She was alone in her bedroom, sulking.

Originally, she thought that a bath

would calm her down. However, she became Tore upset

Cory and Carrie were about to get married. Donald was biased against the two bitches sumamed Ye, and Patrick was angry at her for no

reason.

"Why is it all my fault? Why is it so unfair? Why!” Her cheeks were flushed with anger and she had been venting her complaints in the bathroom.

Even Christina herself did not know how long she had been soaking in it. She felt a little dizzy. When she tried to get up, she found that her limbs were weak

With a thud, she fell back into the

bathtub.

With water in it, she was not hurt. Just as she was about to call the maid, she heard the door open quickly.

“Can you help me? My legs are weak..."

She was soaking in the bathtub, playing with bubbles in boredom,

“You! You've been here since afternoon!” The voice was cold with suppressed anger.

Christina's mind went blank. She raised her head and looked at the person in a

daze.

Before she could see the person

clearly, the person seemed to be in a

rage and went forward to pull her out

of the bathtub...

He acted in a rush. Christina hit his strong chest with the tip of her nose. “What are you doing? Can't you be gentle.” She rubbed her nose and immediately complained.

The man was so angry that he wanted to scold her...

“I feel a little cold.”

Suddenly, the woman in front of him muttered fearlessly.

“Christina, if you catch a cold, I'L."

As soon as his threatening words were spoken, Christina instantly looked up, only to see that the man in front of her

was Patrick

to time, she complained, “Patrick, don't pull my hair so hard. It hurts a little.”

Patrick lowered his eyes and glared fiercely at her reddish face. He grabbed a towel in his right hand and dried her hair

Mr. Hopkins had never served a woman, let alone blow-dry her hair.

Therefore, it took Patrick a lot of effort to dry her long hair.

“Christina! Turn over.”

Her hair was still wet on her forehead. She lay on him like a koala, not even bothering to move Patrick had no choice but to hold the

hairdryer and point it at her forehead...

"Ouch, why are you using the hair dryer to blow my face? It's so hot!"

Christina screamed as if someone was going to murder her and she struggled to resist with both hands. Patrick's face darkened, trying not to get angry. “Shut up!”

But Patrick was really not good at blowing _her hair. The hot fan blew on Christina's scalp, and she couldn't stand it anymore.

“Please stop. Stop.”

The maids outside the door looked nervous and wanted to go in, but they didn't dare. The voice was rather

appealing

Suddenly there was a thud in the

room!

The maids looked at eachother, fearing that something bad had happened. They immediately pushed open the door. “Patrick, is something.”

Before they could finish speaking the two maids who barged in froze in

shock.

What was the situation here?

“What do you want? I don't want it!"

Christina was not being clever. Hearing the gloomy tone, she quickly turned over and moved away from him.

To be honest, Patrick's body was hard, which made her uncomfortable. Now

she was lying on the soft bed with dry hair. She enjoyed this moment and didn't want to move at all. “I want to sleep,” she mumbled, closing

her eyes.

It meant that he should not disturb

her!

Patrick pursed his lips tightly and stared at her hatefully. He had married her for a month and he had been more

patient.

Although Patrick was angry and his

face looked terrible, he pulled the quilt over the sleeping woman on the bed to prevent her from getting sick.

“Christina, you're troublesome.”

“It's itchy. She was half awake and felt: a pair of burning eyes staring at her. She turned away from him and prevented him from touching her face.

Patrick was unhappy and stared at her.

“Christina, is Cory getting married soon?" He propped his head up with his right hand, his eyes still on her side face. And he asked that for no reason.

“I'm not going to his wedding”

Christina could hear his question. The name Cory had provoked her, and she immediately groaned unhappily.

"What? You don't dare to go because you care about him, right?!" Patrick's voice immediately cooled down.

“I don’t want to see them” she mumbled, “I don’t want to. I don’t want to see the Dickens Family. I don't want to see Cory.”

Suddenly, she thought of something unhappy and she felt depressed.

“They bullied me.” Christina rarely spoke with such grievances. She usually pretended to be tough, and she was very tired from meeting them on

her own.

Her words shocked him.

Patrick had known her for a long time,

but it was the first time he had seen

her so fragile.

"Who bullied you?”

He moved closer to her with his right hand around her waist. He seemed to be coaxing her.

“That old man in Hopkins Family is so fierce!”

Christina was not fit to be sad. She would not indulge in sadness. In her mind, she forgot about the people she hated but she suddenly thought of Hopkins Family

. And the hateful Patrick!” She mumbled the name in anger.

Patrick was furious. The woman in his

arms seemed to be very dissatisfied

with him and kept complaining.

Normally, he would shake her up and

lose temper, but today....

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Patrick looked at her dull appearance. His face was darkened. He immediately grabbed the large towel beside him wrapped the woman up. and carried her out of the bathroom.

"Don’t move!"

He carried her to the side of the bed and wanted to throw her directly onto the bed, but her long hair was wet!

Christina had bathed for too long, and

her whole body was weak and

powerless. It was rare for her to be

obedient and let him do whatever he

wanted.

Forgot it. She just lied in his arms and

rest her head on his shoulder. She felt it

comfortable to lean on him. From time

Today, forgot it!

This woman must be not clear-minded from a long bath

Otherwise, she wouldn't have been so obedient in his arms. Patrick smoothed her long hair and fixed his gaze on her...

Christina was really tired. After all, someone from the Dickens Family came over today. She didn't like to quarrel, but every time she met her father. Donald, and stepmother, Connie, she would think of her mother

who committed suicide,

Subconsciously, she moved closer to Patrick, hupped the man beside her

with her face rubbing against his chest. She smelled his unique cool breath and

felt peacelui

Patrick chuckled in a low voice for no

reason.

Christina slept until dawn. She rarely slept so comfortably. When she opened her eyes and saw the handsome face, she was stunned.

"Get up.” Patrick woke up a long time ago. He knew she didn't eat last night.

Christina immediately got up from the bed.

She immediately went into the bathroom to wash up and kept thinking about what happened last night.

But when she saw her hair in the

mirror, she immediately ran out and velled, “Patrick, what did you do to me last night?!

Patrick was a little angry at the thought of her attitude last night. “Christina, you hugged me forcefully all night!”

Hugged him?!

Christina's ears turned red. Why did

the man say that way?

She went back to the mirror with her head down and combed her hair, which

had blown up. “Son of a bitch, he must

have retaliated on purpose to torture

my hair..."

She didn't know that Mr. Hopkins didn’t know how to dry others” hair,

especially women's long hair. It was too difficult for him.