Spoil My Errant Wife

Chapter 63: Hold Her Tightly 

"Christina, why did you suddenly turn up in the hospital? Who saved you?"

"Who was he?’

"I don't know.’

She shrank back and buried her head in the quilt, ignoring him.

"You can't be jealous, can you? Patrick found that you weren't in the Hopkins House, so he was worried about you.We found Cecilia in the abandoned factory...’

Charles opened his mouth to explain, but when Christina heard "Cecelia", she went upset.

"You were not the one almost being stabbed in the stomach.You don't know how scary it was! You all think I'm strong.I'm not as weak and lovable as Cecilia and the others, that's true, but I'll be scared too." she roared angrily through the quilt.

Back then, she was trembling, wishing someone could come to help...

Charles didn't say anything more.

He knew that after the kidnapping, the victim was bound to have some psychological shock.

So he turned around and walked out, closing the door for her.

Looking in the direction of the corridor elevator, he sighed, "Where is Patrick..."

"Patrick!"

Patrick had just stepped out of the elevator when he got entangled by a woman.

Cecilia was dressed in hospital clothes.

After being rescued from the abandoned factory, she was sent to this hospital for observation.

Although she was not seriously injured, she...

She ran towards him in anxiety and held his arm nervously.

"Patrick, don't believe those doctors' guesses.Although my clothes are taken off, I'm not...not violated by those bandits.Really not..."

She emphasized in an agitated voice.

Patrick looked at her coldly and withdrew his hand without a word. NôvelDrama.Org owns © this.

"I'm not interested in that." His voice was cold.

Cecilia's face froze and he continued to explain with difficulty, "Patrick, I have only slept with you.Believe me, I wasn't..."

"As I said, I'm not interested in these things.I don't care about the truth."

He looked straight at her, his tone cold and ruthless.

"No.No..."

She seemed to panic all of a sudden.

She strode forward, wrapped her arms around him again, and said anxiously, "Patrick, we used to love each other so much.You are angry, aren't you? You are angry that I left three years ago.You didn't want me to get hurt, so you rushed over to save me tonight..."

"Let go!"

He looked at her impatiently and fiercely pushed her away with his right hand.

Cecilia leaned back and almost fell against the wall.

Patrick didn't explain much.

"Miss Jones, please stop bothering me.’ He warned coldly word by word.

"Why!"

She didn't want to give up!

"Patrick, you used to indulge and pamper me so much.I know you love me.The person you love is me!"

She raised her voice and shouted at him with a guilty and frightened look.He took a step closer to her.

"Because it doesn't work..." He said inexplicably.

Cecilia looked at his cold face that was handsome enough to make a woman obsessed.She didn't understand what he was saying.What did he mean by saying 'doesn't work’?

"Cecilia, I don't care about you.I don't care if you hide it from me.I don't care..."

Patrick suddenly extended his right hand to her.

The slender fingertips touched her familiar face.

"I don't care if you have plastic surgery or not."

When she heard the word "plastic surgery,’ she turned nervous.

He knew.He already knew.

Patrick looked at her face and smiled.

He seemed to be laughing at himself.

"I'm not going to pursue whether you hid your plastic surgery and background from me or even more...Not because I indulged you, but because I didn't care."

His low, light, and heartless words rang in her ears.

Cecilia's face turned pale.

Standing right beside her, he was enough to make her feel a sense of alienation and oppression.

Once, he would smile at her gently and indulgently.

However, every time he looked at her, his eyes drifted away.

Cecilia was a smart woman.

She knew that Patrick had ulterior motives for treating her well, but she fell in love with him and wanted more from him, like his love.

Every time he gazed at that high school in C City, there was a sense of loneliness in his eyes.

She wanted to go up and hug him.

But he didn't want her to get close.

Patrick looked at her face and thought of the woman upstairs.

He became increasingly agitated.

Then he turned to look in the direction of the elevator, hesitated for only a second.

Afterward, he stepped back...

Cecilia watched him leave with resentment and jealousy in her eyes.

"Patrick, I can...I can do better than her!"

She shouted at his back as if begging.

He didn't respond at all.

The elevator door closed.

Patrick was as heartless to her as to any strangers.

He didn't even hesitate for a moment before leaving her.

What should she do? Without Patrick as a backup...

Cecilia glared at the closed elevator door in a panic.

"Christina!"

She muttered the name in a low voice, wishing that the woman would disappear forever.

"Christina, she seems to be asleep inside."

When Charles saw that Patrick returned, Charles quickly approached him.

"Christina seemed to have been frightened by Todd's knife.I think she was really scared..."

She was scared, not because she was unsafe, but because the safety of her unborn child was threatened.

When Patrick heard what he said, he looked thoughtful.

After a moment of silence, he opened the door and walked straight in.

The woman on the bed was not asleep.

When she heard the door open, she subconsciously looked up.

Thinking it was Charles, she yelled at him angrily.

"You're really annoying.I told you to go out.My kids need to rest."

As soon as she spoke, she met those deep eyes.For a moment, Christina was stunned.

"Why is he here again!’ Patrick looked at her, turned his head away, and walked straight to the bathroom.It seemed that he had come here not to look for her, but to take a bath.

After a while, the sound of water sounded from the bathroom...

She was a little nervous for no reason.

She saw that he was soaked, his short hair wasina mess and his clothes were unclean.It was rare to see this Young Master be in such a mess.

..

But why didn't he go back to take a bath? He came out wearing a hospital gown.

There was a hairdryer in the VIP ward, and the hospital clothes were specially prepared.

She was surprised to see that Patrick was dressed in the same hospital clothes as her.

He stood in front of her bed.

She felt complicated and uncomfortable.

"What do you want to do..."

Assoonas she asked, he lifted the white sheet and said, "Move!"

What? She could barely react.He just lay beside her, as if this was their bedroom.

"Sleep."

He just said one word in a low voice.He didn't know how to express it.

Since he didn't know, he simply didn't say it.

He naturally wrapped around her waist, wanting to hold her tightly in his arms...

It was past two in the morning and the night was cold.She was really shocked tonight, and he was really...tired.