My billionaire husband spoils me too much

Chapter 37 Christina stood there, stunned. Her face filled with complicated looks as she watched Patrick leave with Cecilia in his amis. “Christina, are you okay?” Charles comforted her. She lowered her head, her long eyelashes covering the emotions in her eyes, and then murmured softly. “I am fine. It's just a minor injury.” Charles was furious. “I mean, don't be too sad about Patrick leaving with that woman.” "Who's sad? Why should be sad? Christina seemed to be hit on the soft spot. She raised her head and yelled at him angrily. “My right hand is hurting so much that I want to cry. What he wants to do has nothing to do with me!” Charles was speechless. What a stubborn giri. He clearly saw a sad look in her eyes, and he thought it was natural for her to feel bad since she just saw her husband leave with another woman in his arms The two took the elevator down to the parking lot. Charles couldn't help scolding her. “Didn“t I ask you to go up to the top floor? Why did you get to the 35th floor?” "I saw Cecelia... Nothing!” Christina's face was livid, and she didn't want to continue. Charles walked to his car, opened the door, and grumbled at her. “Christina, I told you a long time ago that women should be obedient. Just now, when Patrick lashed out at you, if you just listen to his lecture, you will be fine. But you chose to talk back to him.” After all, few people dared to talk to Patrick like this. If anyone else had dared to do that, they would have been beaten up and taken away. “He's always been gentle to Miss Jones but scolds me every time he sees nie. What did I do wrong to him? Why did he scold me?” Christina's face turned even worse when she heard Charles mentioning Patrick Charles also felt strange Patrick had always been indifferent to others. There were not many things that could really make him angry. However, he turned moody when Christina was involved. "Go back to the Hopkins Family and find a way to please Patrick.” Charles sat in the driver's seat and gave her a suggestion “I wasn't wrong!” Christina looked reluctant. Just as Christina was about to get into the passenger seat, a person rushed towards them. “Ma“'am..” It was a bodyguard of the Hopkins Family The bodyguard asked anxiously “Ma“am, have you seen Mr. Hopkins?” Christina kept a straight face and did not answer. Charles rolled down the window and asked, “What's wrong?” When the bodyguard saw that Charles. he immediately called out respectfully, “Mr. Shepherd.” He quickly said, “Today we've been practicing boxing with Mr. Hopkins at the club. Ten minutes ago, someone from Fire Club called him and said that Young Madam was not on the 35th floor.” As the bodyguard said this, he looked at Christina Strangely before he continued. “Mr. Hopkins looked unhappy. After hanging up the phone, he immediately grabbed the car keys and rushed out. We don’t know what happened. Mr. Hopkins overtook many cars and ran many red lights. He almost ran into someone else's car on the highway in the mountains...” Christina and Charles were shocked when they heard this. “Mr. Shepherd, did something happen at Fire Club? I heard that Mr. Hopkins drove out all the people on the 35th floor?” The bodyguard then asked, “Where is our Mr. Hopkins now?" Christina pursed her lips, and her eyes were a little dim. “It's no big deal. Patrick has left Fire Club_" Charles said faintly. The bodyguard nodded at them and left. Christina sat in the passenger seat with a heavy heart and remained silent Charles was sending her back to the Hopkins Family. Along the way, he was a little confused too. “Christina, did you know before?” Patrick Charles couldn't help asking when the car was about to reach the Hopkins Family. Christina said sullenly, “Why? You want to say I look like Cecilia again, don't you? She has had plastic...” She had had plastic surgery, “Forget it. Even if you knew him before, you must have offended him a lot.” Charles glared at her. The car was parked outside the gate of the Hopkins Family. Charles turned around and grabbed a rose-red bag from the back seat of the car and handed it back to her. “You left your purse in my car. I couldn't get in touch with you before meeting you at Fire Club. No wonder you didn’t answer my After listening to his complaints, Christina got out of the car and went back with a servant of the Hopkins Family She picked up her bag and suddenly thought of something. She immediately took out her cell phone. Sure enough, Charles called her twice, and... She felt complicated and this emotion showed on her face. Her eyes were fixed on the missed calls. Patrick had called her twelve times.. “He must be with his Miss Jones now.” Christina went back to the bedroom, feeling depressed. She slammed the door shut, feeling agitated for no reason. Patrick looked irritated and slammed the door with a bang “Patrick.” The woman in the Dassenger seat called out to him softly with concern. “Patrick, are you okay? Are you feeling unwell?” Patrick's face was gloomy. He turned and glared at the familiar face beside him. Cecilia was somewhat flustered by his deep gaze. “Patrick, you came to Fire Club for me?” Cecilia's voice was tinged with guilt when she explained in a soft voice. “Some of my colleagues forced me to come over, saying I had to have this meal with the producer.” As she spoke, she looked frightened and held Patrick's hand in fear. Her voice trembled. “I didn’t expect Fire Club would be so messy. It was really scary. Those people were really outrageous...” Patrick listened to her, his eyes fixed on her face, but he did not say a word, as if he was thinking about something. Cecilia noticed that he was a little distracted. He looked like he didn't care about what had happened to her at Fire Club at all. He was lost in his own thoughts. “Patrick, I promise I won't accompany my colleagues to such a place. Don't be angry.” Cecilia said in a pleading tone. Her voice was sweet and soft. Patrick lookedather with a sheer in his heart. If she had been so good. He leaned against the back of the car, closed his eyes, and calmed down the agitation in his heart. His eyes were closed and his brows were furrowed. Cecilia sat quietly beside him and looked fixedly at him. Patrick was very handsome, with fair skin and well-defined features. Perhaps because he was born in a distinguished family, he looked noble and aloof, which fascinated many people. "Patrick..." “Patrick. I love you very much” She said in a passionate voice, “Get out of the car!” Patrick was still motionless, but the voice was cold, breaking the romantic vibe in an instant. Cecilia didn't want to give up. Every time she wanted to go further with him, he would refuse. Tonight, she had to... She whispered his name in his ear. “Patrick.” Normal men wouldn't refuse when women made advances to them... “I said, get out of the car!” Patrick pushed her away impatiently, Cecilia seemed to be frightened by his harsh, cold voice and was stunned, “Patrick.” Cecilia didn't want to leave but was a little afraid of him. Patrick looked at her face and suppressed his frustration. “Get out of the car,” he ordered again, Cecilia had always been obedient and sweet in front of him. She knew that Patrick was bad- tempered, so she should be submissive. She got out of the car and was sent back by Patrick's bodyguards. But Patrick still sat alone in the driver's seat of the convertible sports car and his right hand was casually put on the door. His head was raised, and his silent gaze fined on the vast sky above Cecilia felt a little uneasy when she Saw him like this. She had never seen Patrick being like this. He seemed to be irritated. Why would a man as powerful as him feel bothered? Cecilia got into the bodyguard’s car and looked back, reluctant to leave... All of a sudden, Patrick pursed his lips tightly as if he had remembered something. He slammed on the accelerator, passed their car, and disappeared into the darkness... Cecilia was shocked. He seemed to be filled with anxiety and irritation. Where was he going? Patrick went straight back to the Hopkins Family “Patrick, may I prepare supper for you?” When the servants saw him coming back, they immediately came forward to greet him "No." Then Patrick paused and asked in a deep voice. “Where's the Young Madam?” The maid reported to him truthfully. “Half an hour ago, Mr. Shepherd sent the Young Madam back. She should be in the bedroom and she doesn't go to bed yet. When Patrick heard this, there was a mined expression on his face. He went straight up to the second floor, but he didn't go back to his bedroom He sat in the study for a long time... It was not until the cold night wind blew from the French window did Patrick look at the clock on the wall coldly. It was one o'clock in the morning She should have fallen asleep... A hint of discouragement flashed across Patrick's grim face. He rarely felt this way. This feeling became intense when he remembered her stubborn look when she was arguing with him before... [Why are you scolding me?!] Her angry voice echoed in his ears... He didn't want to scold her or argue with her. Patrick walked towards the bedroom. He held the doorknob and gently turned it. He immediately looked over to the bed. Under the dim lights, he saw the woman on the bed was sleeping soundly on her side. He stood by the bed and gazed down at her sleeping profile. In fact, he was in a bad mood today. Today was the Lantern Festival. and he hated this day. When he received a phone call saying that she went to Fire Club, he couldn't control himself and lashed out at her. Patrick looked out the window at the quiet moon, adjusted his emotions, bent down. lifted the quilt, and looked at her right fingers. He didn't know what trouble she had got herself into this time and even her fingers were bruised, and there was black blood in the flesh. He picked up her hand and examined 1. it. The woman on the bed felt pain and frowned slightly. She involuntarily withdrew her hand. “Christina, when obedient. will you be Patrick stared at her with a burning gaze, his tone angry... But he couldn't do anything about her. He turned and walked towards the cabinet, trying to take out the medicine kit. But Patrick had just taken two steps and froze. He looked at a birthday cake on the table in the small living room in the bedroom... She bought him a birthday cake.