Spoil My Errant Wife

Chapter 47 

"Christina, we are just concerned about your condition.You don't have to be so vigilant.’’ Charles found it strange.

Christina was straightforward.

Although she was not gentle and coquettish like those women, there was no need to be so vigilant.

"Yes, I am.I don't deserve your concern.Get out."

She suppressed her strong emotions in her clear eyes and stared at Patrick at the door with a cold and distant expression.

"Christina, enough!" Patrick looked at her.

"Enough?!"

Christina remembered what happened that night, her eyes red, and she tried to suppress her emotions.

She bit her lip and laughed at herself.

"Patrick, every time there's an accident, it's my fault."

"What are you trying to teach me? Are you going to say that I ate so much that my child almost miscarried and I was not qualified to be a mother? Or do you think that Cory and I had done some shady things because he was here with me for the whole night, thus blaming me for being a slut? Every time you would only blame me..." She glared at him.

"You don't like me, so everything I do is wrong!"

‘‘I called you.I begged you.It was still my fault.’

"Patrick, the worst thing I have done is to trust you," she thought of him immediately that night.

It was ridiculous.

The pool of blood from last night came to her mind.

She was not afraid of death but worried about her child.

She couldn't let the child miscarry.

So she kept begging them on her phone...

"Patrick, do you come here today to see if I was dead or if this eyesore in my abdomen had miscarried? Then let me tell you, I'm sorry, this illegitimate child is still alive!"

“..I'm sorry.”

This illegitimate child is still alive.

Her words shocked everyone present.

"What are you talking about!"

Patrick's cold voice nearly exploded from his teeth.

"Patrick, it's you who poisoned Christina!"

Cory misunderstood.

He rushed to Patrick with a dark face and grabbed Patrick's shoulder excitedly with both hands.

"What the f*ck did you do? She won't threaten you to be with Cecilia, but you even want to kill her..."

"Let go..."

Patrick looked impatient, especially when he saw Cory's concern for her.

"I told you.It's none of your business!"

Patrick seemed to be extremely angry.

He raised his fist and directly hit Cory in the chest.

Cory, gentle and noble, was no match for him at all.

Cory was hit hard and immediately bent down in pain.

"Patrick, if anything happens to Christina, I won't let you go!"

Cory clutched his painful chest, gritted his teeth, and warned boldly.

"You won't let me go?"

Patrick sneered, raising the corners of his lips cruelly.

Then he said word by word, disdainful, "You? How dare you fight with me?"

Just as his voice fell, Patrick pushed him against the wall.

Patrick strode forward with a sullen expression and grabbed his throat with his right hand.

As Patrick tightened his grip, Cory's face turned pale, his breathing hard, and he struggled, but he couldn't resist Patrick.

Charles and the doctors were so scared that they rushed over to persuade them.

"Patrick, Patrick, calm down..."

"Let him go."

There was a sudden panic on the other side of the bed.

Christina nervously pulled the needle out of her hand and rushed forward to protect Cory.

"Let him go...’’

She repeated coldly, raising her head and looking at Patrick in front of her.

"Miss Dickens, you...you can't get out of bed now..."

The nurse didn't dare to get close, so she stood behind Christina and shivered.

For a moment, the atmosphere in the ward was suffocating.

She confronted him, her eyes filled with hostility as if she would fight him if he did not let go.

Charles felt numb and wanted to say something, but Patrick suddenly let go of Cory, turned around, and left.

"How are you?"

Christina immediately supported Cory and asked in a low voice.

Cory didn't look well and wanted to say that he was fine, but his throat hurt and he couldn't make a sound for a while.

His body was weak and he was panting heavily.

The man who had left heard her caring words vaguely, his right hand clenched, his veins throbbing as if suppressing great anger.

Charles was startled.

Looking at Patrick's cold back, he did not dare to follow him.

When Charles tried to persuade him, he found that someone had gotten into trouble.

And to his surprise, it was her.

"Patrick, you suddenly left last night.Where were you? Did something happen?"

Cecilia, dressed in a patient gown, got out of the elevator, walked to Patrick's side, and held his arm.Her soft voice was full of concern.

"You were with her last night?"

Charles's voice sounded stiff.

Last night, Patrick was with her...

Looking at Cecilia in front of him, he felt a little complicated, especially when he saw her face...

Patrick's face was dark and he was impatient to deal with the woman.

He jerked back his hand.

"Go away!"

As he spoke, he strode into the elevator and angrily pressed down on the first floor underground with his left hand.

Then the elevator door slowly closed.

Charles hurriedly walked into the elevator, while Cecilia stood outside the elevator.

She pursed her lips tightly and looked at the man in the elevator with tears in her eyes."Patrick, Patrick...’ She called out his name in a low voice.

She tried to get close to him but did not dare to, looking very pitiful.

"Is Cecilia sick too?"

Charles took pity on her somehow and asked.

The elevator door was already closed and was descending.

Patrick's face was cold and he did not answer him.

In this narrow elevator, the atmosphere was too heavy, and Charles was uncomfortable.

He hesitated for a long time before he said, "I think Christina might have misunderstood something..."

Just now, she looked at Patrick with obvious hostility, and said something like "the illegitimate child was still alive"

"Patrick, although Christina and Cecilia look alike, their personalities..."

Charles was just trying to put in a good word for Christina.

But to his surprise, Patrick seemed to have been touched by something.

He turned his eyes and scolded coldly, "They look alike?"

"At least Cecilia is more obedient than her."

The elevator door opened and Patrick strode out angrily.

Charles was left alone in the elevator in a daze.

He just...

To be honest, Charles had known Patrick since he was a child, but he had never seen Patrick lose control.

Just as the elevator door was about to close again, Charles walked out gloomily and muttered, "No, no, no.How could he do such a childish thing...’’

‘‘Did Patrick make Christina jealous of Cecilia on purpose?’’ Just then, a strange thought flashed through his mind.

"That's impossible..."

Charles felt a little unsure of himself.

Charles struggled in his heart and wanted to ask, but he didn't dare.

He walked to the car and saw Patrick sitting directly in the driver's seat.

Patrick didn't usually drive much.

Just as Charles was confused, Patrick coldly urged him, "Car key."

He handed the car key to Patrick, but before he could open the back car door, Patrick turned the car key with a sullen expression and slammed on the accelerator.

The car sped away.

Charles stared blankly at the rear of the car...

"Where are you going?"

‘‘Hey, at least tell me!’’ Charles stood in the hospital's underground parking lot feeling extremely embarrassed.

He silently took out his cell phone to call another of his friends.

"Chandler, come to C City's Second People's Hospital..."

As he spoke, Charles did not forget to remind him, "If you meet Patrick, you'd better be careful.’ Patrick's gloomy aura just now was really scary.

‘‘Where is he going? Looking for someone"

Creak - The sound of the brakes was harsh.

A sapphire-blue Maserati suddenly rushed across the sidewalk, scaring a group of women in front of the car.

"Get in the car!"

Before these socialites could scream in panic, a cold and impatient voice was heard in the car.

This voice...

When Connie and Carrie heard this, they became even more scared.

Patrick rolled down half of the window and looked straight at Carrie with a stern and commanding gaze.

Carrie suddenly felt weak facing his strong attitude.

Connie pushed her and lowered her voice.

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"Pa...Mr.Hopkins, what can I do for you?"

Carrie had no choice but to get into the back seat tremblingly.

With a cold face, Patrick steered the car towards the highway, further and further away, and her heart sank.

"Who was that man just now?"

Just as the car left, a few socialites with Connie dared to ask in a low voice, "It seems that I have met the man somewhere..."

"How did Carrie know that man? Did he come all the way here to pick her up?"

Some women's voices were filled with envy.

Connie, on the other hand, looked in the direction of the car, her lips pursed tightly and her face grim.

‘‘What exactly does he want to do?’’

"Mr.Hopkins, what's the matter?"

Carrie tried to calm her voice and spoke again.

Thirty minutes later, the car stopped on a desolate hillside outside C City.

"What do you think?"

Patrick turned sideways, his deep eyes looking right into her eyes, and his voice didn't show any joy or anger.

Somehow, Carrie's face reddened as he stared at her.

Any woman who was stared at by such a man would be unconsciously shy.

"Mr.Hopkins, I.."

Carrie spoke nervously, glancing out the window...

"Do you think I'm going to be like those people, driving a car and bringing a woman here to have sex in the car..."

Patrick laughed coldly.

He suddenly remembered something, and his eyes were filled with disgust.

"Women are so greedy and disgusting."

He hated women since he was young.He hated them very much...

Carrie's face turned pale when she heard his sarcasm.

Halfway up the mountain, it was usually a place for couples to have sex outdoors.

It was liable to cause misunderstanding.

Carrie looked at him warily and carefully said, "So why do you take me here..."

"Cory is in the hospital now.You don't even have the ability to keep your own man.Then why do I have to keep you?"