My billionaire husband spoils me too much

Chapter 68

"Hopkins Family seems to have changed a lot this year..." The butler chuckled as he took a plate of fruit

and approached them.

Mr. Hopkins looked at the piano on his left and then turned to look at Christina, who was drinking juice

in a huff.

Old Master seemed to be in a good mood. He laughed heartily. "When Christina gives birth to the child,

the Hopkins Family will be more different. Hahaha..."

"When the baby is born, I will leave!"

Christina did not know why the old man was smiling so happily. Anyway, she was very unhappy now.

"Ma'am, please don't drink too much juice now. Dinner is coming." The butler said as he turned to walk

towards the east villa.

Mr. Hopkins suddenly shouted, "Christina, go and get that bastard over for dinner."

Christina was stunned and looked very reluctant.

Why?

The last thing she wanted to see right now was the cold-faced man!

As soon as Patrick came back, he went to the study on the second floor. The lock on the door here was

custom-made. There were many documents and materials stored here, which he did not want others to

know about.

Looking thoughtfully at the fifth row of bookshelves, he remembered that Christina said she had

entered his study. Did she see those documents?

How dare she sneak in!

He really underestimated her.

Patrick was a little angry, but he wasn't so furious... What could he do with her? As long as he started C0pyright © 2024 Nôv)(elDrama.Org.

to scold her, she would keep a straight face and retort him!

Suddenly, Patrick felt that Charles was right. Women shouldn't be spoiled, or they would become more

unscrupulous!

He didn't want her to be afraid of him, but he wanted her to be more obedient.

What a contradiction!

Patrick sat on his desk chair, his brows suddenly furrowed, his elbows resting on the glass table, and

his right hand clutching his head. It hurt.

He lowered his head and smiled bitterly for no reason. He was not sure which caused him to be

uncomfortable, Christina or the fever.

Patrick seemed to be in great pain. He pulled a few strands of his short black hair off and suppressed

the pain.

"Mr. Hopkins, do you want to call a doctor?" The bodyguard on the side hesitated for a long time before

he dared to speak.

Patrick never liked to be interfered with, including when he was unwell.

"Continue to send more people to investigate the identity of that man. Report any news immediately..."

Patrick did not raise his head and ordered in a cold, deep voice, "Get out!"

He often had migraines, but he could handle them.

After he left the hospital today, he met Cory, who said, "You don't really know Christina. You can't even

find out who saved her..."

Patrick admitted that he was inexplicably agitated because Cory said, "don't know her". So he was

eager to find out the identity of the man.

The two bodyguards in the study respectfully walked out. He adjusted his breathing slightly, lowered his

eyes, and continued to review the documents on the table.

Even his breath was hot, but he still had a lot of work to do.

There were more than a dozen expedited group final judgment documents, as well as the Preston

Family case proposal, and...

His eyes suddenly darkened and he fixed his gaze on the medical record report with the conspicuous

blue logo at the bottom, which was sent by the famous American medical institution.

This was last week's report, and he had been reading it carefully every week since six years ago.

He picked up the medical record report, which was only six pages long. He felt it heavy.

Her eyes were fixed on the documents and he read them word by word...

All of a sudden, he slapped the documents back onto the table, frowning and leaning back weakly

against the chair, his head half raised, his face pale. It seemed that he was trying to endure a sharp

pain.

He was panting with his eyes closed and his chest heaved, trying to ease the discomfort.

Although there was no one else in the room, he still didn't allow himself to act like an incompetent

weakling. There were still many things to do, and some people needed him...

"Ma'am, sir is working inside..."

"Grandpa asked me to come over!" Christina didn't want to be here at all.

Just then, a small sound came from outside the door, so Patrick suddenly opened his eyes. He looked

at the monitor screen on the left wall immediately.

It was her outside the study.

The migraine was torturing him. No matter how much he tried, he could not hide the pallor on his face.

"Ma'am, sir told me that no one could enter." The bodyguard repeated seriously.

The bodyguards were trained by Patrick in the United States and had little to do with the Hopkins

Family. Therefore, they would only show proper respect to Patrick and Christina, but would not listen to

them.

Christina's face was darkened. She knew that Patrick's men had the same bad temper as their master.

When she got back in the car, what Patrick said had already upset her. Her grandfather forced her to

come over and call him for dinner, but she was given a cold shoulder.

Christina was petty and decided to turn around and leave.

"Why does she come here?"

Suddenly, the bodyguard's tiny headphones made some noise.

The two bodyguards outside the door subconsciously held their headphones in their right hands. Just

now, they heard Patrick's words clearly and looked suspiciously at a surveillance camera overhead.

They thought that Patrick should have seen her coming.

Christina noticed that they were holding the tiny earphones by their ears with their right hands. She

hesitated and stared at them.

The two bodyguards looked at each other, and when they looked at her again, they asked carefully.

"Ma'am, what are you doing here?"

Christina did not answer immediately. She frowned at them, raised her head, and looked around the

ceiling.

Sure enough, she found a monitor.

Her eyes were fixed on the monitor above her head, and her face was grim. She let out a loud roar

without suppressing her discontentment.

"Grandpa asks you to have dinner together!"

She knew that he could see her.

But Christina became even angrier for no reason. She just came to look for him. But he asked the

bodyguards to pass on the message. He was so superior.

The man in the study was stunned as he didn't expect her to yell directly at the monitor, while the

woman on the screen looked straight at the camera with her clear eyes.

Christina had a pair of beautiful and clear eyes.

Her personality was also straightforward and simple.

He could tell at a glance that she was in a bad mood.

"I don't want to eat."

Patrick said five simple words to the communicator.

The bodyguard didn't find it strange, because apart from having to eat with the old man for breakfast,

Patrick spent more time eating by himself.

Christina's face turned livid and then darkened when she heard what he said.

She stopped repressing her unhappiness and yelled at the monitor, "Patrick, grandpa is waiting for

you!"

"You always concentrate on your own work. Have you ever thought that grandpa is always waiting for

you to have a meal together as he looks at a table of cold dishes? You have people waiting for you

now. But how about tomorrow, the day after tomorrow. He's already 80 years old, so how many years

can he have..."

"Forget it. People like you will never understand the feelings of others waiting for you!" Christina was so

angry that she turned around and strode off.

The two bodyguards outside the door were stunned.

How dare she curse Mr. Hopkins...

Looking at Christina's angry back, no one came forward, only to hear her stomp heavily on the floor...

The man in the study had a rather dull face and slightly widened eyes. He was somewhat shocked.

Christina had been so bold in front of him a few times before, but it was not the same as the previous

complaints. This time, she seemed especially angry.

He looked up at the clock on the wall. It was exactly 7:15 pm, the time for dinner at the Hopkins Family.

He looked down at the medical record report from the United States and couldn't concentrate.

"People like you will never understand the feelings of others waiting for you!" Her words echoed in his

ears.

Patrick closed his eyes and was very upset. He suddenly got up from his chair and went straight to the

door.

When he held the doorknob, he remembered something.

He pursed his lips and murmured, "I've been waiting for you for six years..." He lowered his eyes

thoughtfully.

"Where's Patrick?"

Christina returned to the main house in a huff. When the old man in the hall saw that her face was

darkened, he knew what had happened.

"Let's eat," the old man said to the housekeeper beside him in a deep voice.

In fact, Mr. Hopkins was not as miserable as Christina thought. The old man already knew Patrick's

temperament. Unless it was a special day, his unfilial grandson was too lazy to pay attention to him.

She was very angry because she recalled that after she married into the Hampton Family, every day,

she waited for Cory to come home to eat like an empty widow.

'Why was I so stupid before?'

However, during her three years of marriage with Cory, she mistook Cory for her savior. She didn't

know if it was love or not. She only knew to treat him well and be obedient to him.

Then she thought about the cold-blooded Patrick.

"What a horrible man!"

All men were hateful.

Christina's face was darkened and she angrily cursed.

As she sat down at the table, the maid served her the tasteless nutritious meal she hated the most.

She stared at the bowl of so-called nutritious porridge. She knew that the old man was going to

"torture" her in order to make her have a healthy and chubby grandchild.

However, for the sake of the child's health, she did not dare to resist. Christina became more and more

indignant. She grabbed the spoon and stuffed it into her mouth.

"Eat slowly."

Mr. Hopkins, who was sitting opposite her, wanted to speak, but he raised his head in surprise. Some

emotions flashed in his eyes.

When Christina heard this low voice, she subconsciously raised her head. When she saw Patrick, she

choked and coughed in surprise.

"Focus!"

He looked at her disheveled face and complained. As he spoke, he handed her a clean handkerchief to

her lips.