Spoil My Errant Wife

Chapter 321

When Crystal woke up the next day, it was already 12 o'clock at noon.She found that she had recovered from her cold and fever, but there was another person beside her, a man...She opened her eyes wide, nervous, and her heart was about to jump out.

Chandler was lying on the same bed with her, and her clothes...were thrown to the ground in a mess.She was completely dumbfounded.

Chandler asked her as soon as he woke up, "How did I do last night?"

"Ah!” She looked at the man next to her pillow and couldn't help screaming.

"How did this happen?"

Crystal's face almost turned scarlet and she moved towards the edge of the bed.

"Do you feel very uncomfortable?"

Chandler pulled her back directly and asked her again with a serious look.

"Don't mention it again, don't mention it again!" She did not dare to look at his face and said something incoherently to numb herself.

Chandler propped up his front with hands and deliberately approached her.

He stared straight at Crystal's blushing face.

After thinking for a while, he said, "It'll be all right next time.I heard that women usually feel a little uncomfortable for the first time:"

Crystal froze and immediately buried her face in the pillow.

Why did she...She remembered that the phone rang in the morning...Then she hugged him and did not allow him to leave.

"Why did I confess my love to him? Why did I say I loved him…’‘ Chandler was such a mean and refined rascal.

‘How embarrassing!’

"Crystal, don't worry. I volunteered"

Chandler, who was on the bed was in a very good mood when he saw her in pain.He even told her about last night again on purpose and laughed as if he was generous.

"I was sick and unconscious.It didn't count!"

She was so anxious that she abandoned herself and shouted, beginning to behave like a hooligan.

Chandler took the clothes on the ground and put them on.

He turned around and warned her, "Crystal, do you think it's over after you slept with me? Do I look so easy to bully?"

Crystal was timid and frightened, staring at him.

Chandler held back his smile and lifted her up with one hand.

"Change your clothes first.We'll discuss it after the meal..."

Crystal was not as calm as he was.She waved her hands in panic and pushed him.

"Ah, turn around, turn around.Don't look at me, don't!"

There was another woman who was tortured and did not sleep soundly until morning.

At this moment, the sun was high, and Christina had already gotten up.

While the man on the bed dared to stay in bed, not to mention it was Christina's bed!

"Let me sleep a little longer’

No sooner had he sit up halfway than Christina was immediately pulled back by him.

"Hey, get up!"

But Patrick was obviously unwilling to get up and turned around to press her under his body.

Christina was furious, "Get up!"

"Christina, don't you want me?"

His voice softened a little as if he was coaxing her.Mr.Hopkins was getting more and more shameless!

"You still have a fever”

Although Christina was usually very wild...in a word, she was very angry with Patrick now.She struggled to break free, and Patrick, the patient, was pushed too hard by her to the bedside.

The bed was so small that his head hit the headboard.His tall body lost balance, and there was a bang.

Mr.Hopkins fell under the bed.

Christina climbed to the bedside and looked down at his Young Master Hopkins turning over on the ground awkwardly.She immediately laughed and said, "You deserve it."

Patrick's face changed and he stood up.He was so tall and stood by the bed staring down at Christina with a powerful and somewhat intimidating aura, "You're gonna move upstairs to my room."

Christina knew very well that the bed in room 502 above him was of king size.Maybe he had it custom- made.He was the only one who lived in this shabby apartment and bought expensive furniture.

Christina pretended to be aloof and ignored him.She quickly got up from the bed and said coldly, "I'm so sorry, my bed is too small.I'm sorry to make you go through all this, Mr.Hopkins."

"Yes, you should be."

He dared to have the nerve to respond.He was probably still sick, so his vigor was a little weaker than usual and he became very childish.He opened his arms and clung to her.

Christina was in his arms and expressionless, watching the man act like a spoiled child and a koala.

His head rested on her left shoulder, his thin lips rubbed against the skin of her neck, and a few strands of Christina's hair hung over his face.

The tip of his nose could feel Christina's baby like sweet and quiet breath, which was his partiality.

He was sick, and she was beside him.He was so tired that he suddenly didn't want to pretend anymore.

Christina kind of wanted to laugh, wondering if he was in a daze because of the illness.

His image was so ruined.

Was this Patrick Hopkins? He was so childish. Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

"I'm ordering takeout from a high-class restaurant now.Please take the medicine on the table."

"No"

Hearing that she asked him to take the medicine, Patrick immediately frowned and edged to her ear.He refused directly in a low, husky, magnetic voice.

Christina was about to lose her temper, but a hollow voice came to her ear.

The words were so familiar.He said, "Christina, I think we're fine just the way we are now"

She stiffened in an instant.She remembered that he had said the same thing to her that night when lightning flashed and thunder rumbled.

"Christina, I think we're fine just like this for the rest of our lives."

The superior young master of the Hopkins family was not that mysterious.He was just a mortal, an ordinary person with joys and sorrows.

Christina's heart suddenly beat faster.She pushed him away a little, trying to see his pupils clearly.

But Patrick refused.He hugged her even tighter.

"Where are you going?" He suddenly raised his voice with a hint of anger.

Christina was shocked for a moment.She didn't expect him to react so strongly.

He seemed to remember something and gritted his teeth like being irritated, "Christina, you women really like to lie, but I didn't expect you to be one of them."

"You promised me, you promised me you wouldn't leave.Why did you run out when I was unconscious that night...Your aunt could call you away with just a phone call.Christina, what am I?"

She looked at his deep eyes in shock, where there was filled with rage, unwillingness, and a trace of injury