My billionaire husband spoils me too much

Chapter 855

When Patrick returned home at night, he found that something was wrong with his wife.

She was especially quiet today.

"Are you thinking you have too much hair?"

After dinner, he saw the woman in the bedroom sitting in front of the mirror, combing her long hair.

Christina's face was tense, and she scratched her hair with a big comb as if she had a grudge against

her hair.

"Not feeling right?"

He walked over, took the comb from her hand, and then gently combed her hair. The servants in

Hopkins family served her well, even her hair was dark and shiny.

Christina didn't say anything.

She frowned when she saw the man standing behind her in the mirror, combing her hair skillfully.

"Grandpa won't let you take care of the children?" Patrick seemed to be free today.

"No."

She finally replied angrily.

She reached out and grabbed the comb. "I'll comb it by myself." She obviously sulked.

Patrick raised his eyebrows, looked at her, and suddenly said, "Get up. It's my turn to sit down."

"What?"

She turned around and looked at him discontentedly. "There are so many chairs. Why not lie down one

of them?"

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Patrick put his hands around her, and Christina was lifted up. It was his style. This man would do

anything he like without considering her feelings.

Christina was getting angrier.

Back then, their marriage was totally what he had designed. He forced her to marry him without asking

her what she thought!

"Patrick, if you want to sit in this chair, now it's yours. Why are you holding my hand? Let go. I'm going

down to see my son." She held back her anger, but her wrist was held by him tightly.

Patrick said naturally, "Do me a massage."

"Not a chance. Go to find a masseuse." Anyway, there were professionals in Hopkins family.

Patrick began to settle the score with her. "Christina, since last time you said you would like to buy a

small apartment where the husband would go out to work and the wife would do the housework at

home. When he come home after work, she would give him a hot water massage to relieve his fatigue,

thank him for the day's work, and then the whole family would eat together..."

Christina immediately denied, "I didn't say that!"

Patrick turned around and glared at her eyes seriously. "You did say that."

"Christina, I remember everything you said."

Perhaps because he was a little serious, Christina felt guilty.

"I've been busy all day. Shouldn't you do me a relaxing massage now?"

He was already sitting upright, waiting for her to serve him.

Christina pinched his shoulder with both hands as if she was taking revenge. "Patrick, let me tell you,

I'm in a bad mood today!"

"So?"

He closed his eyes, completely ignoring her strength.

"Henry proposed to May today. They're so happy..." She hesitated and said awkwardly.

"Yeah..."

He was still breathing strongly and had no sincerity in communicating with her at all.

Christina took a scraping board and fiercely scratched the back of his neck. Patrick opened his eyes.

"What's wrong?" She was reminding him to respond to her.

"I just said it!"

Patrick said with patience, "What did you say?"

However, Christina became more and more irritable after marriage. "You told me that you remember

everything I said! I just said it!"

Henry proposed to May!

Patrick didn't understand at all. "What does the two people you're talking about have to do with you?"

"I don't want to talk to you anymore."

Christina threw the scraping board away and walked out of the room angrily.

Patrick watched her leave so angrily. If it had been in the past, he would still be a little nervous, but now

the first thought in his mind was to reckon her period.

He came to a conclusion that all the men in the world agreed with. It turned out to be her period was

coming. No wonder she was so irritable.

He asked Nanny Faang to made her a pot of flower tea.

Even Patrick knew that this thing was especially useful for women's menstrual period.

The servants of Hopkins family were relieved that their Young Master Hopkins had become more and

more gentle after he got married.

They turned to look at Christina. Her face was even darker than tea. She gritted her teeth and said,

"Don't talk nonsense to provoke me, or I'll take this pot and pour it on Patrick's head."

Nanny Faang and the others did not dare to say anything. It seemed that Christina were angry, and

even the way she lost their temper became childish.

Christina had been depressed about the proposal. She lay in the living room on the first floor like a

couch potato. At eleven o'clock pm, she was not willing to go to her bedroom. She held a pillow and

watched the TV show absent-mindedly.

It was almost one o'clock am, When Patrick finished his work and came out of the study, he saw that

there was no one on the bed in the bedroom.

His face darkened and he quickly walked downstairs. When Nanny Faang heard the footsteps, she

immediately stepped forward nervously. "Young master Hopkins, what's the matter?"

"Where is she?"

She was used to it this year. Every time he looked for someone with a gloomy face, he would exactly

look for Christina.

"She stayed in the living room all night watching TV and fell asleep."

Patrick's footsteps seemed to have lightened a little. He walked over and saw that Christina was indeed

sleeping soundly with a pillow in her arms.

Nanny Faang said softly on purpose, "Maybe she wanted to wait for you before going to bed."

Afraid that the couple would quarrel, she deliberately put in a good word for Christina.

Patrick laughed a little angrily. "When will she understand that? You might worry whether she cut

grandpa's potted plant to pieces."

Nanny Faang was bemused.

She uncontrollably chuckled. She didn't expect him to tell jokes.

Patrick bent down to carefully pick up Christina and went upstairs. He wanted to prank her and throw

her on the bed to scare her.

Last night, she was like this. While he was asleep, she deliberately knocked a copper basin and smiled

happily.

However, Patrick was not willing to throw her hard.

He put her on the bed and pulled the covers up around her.

"Patrick..." She was half asleep and half awake and put her hands around his waist.

She hugged him tightly.

He knelt on the bed in a strange position and looked down at her sleeping face.

"Patrick, you forgot one thing..."

He simply lay on the bed and talked to her, "What was it?"

Like a furry animal, Christina buried her head in his chest and rubbed against it. Patrick was a little

itchy and laughed. His chest heaved and fell.

"But, such a thing."

"A man doesn't always have to take the initiative. I'm very open-minded." She mumbled and frowned,

as if she was really thinking about something important.

Patrick listened to her and lost his mind.

It was not his fault. He was a vigorous man, lying in bed with his wife. In the middle of the night, she

said such words that invited imagination...

He quickly turned over, pressed the half-asleep woman down, and kissed her lips without hesitation.

This annoyed Christina. She was about to make a long speech, so she hesitated to push him away.

"Don't move... I want to talk, I want to talk..."

Patrick found it funny. "What do you want to say?" He buried his head in her neck and licked her on

purpose, making her hot and itchy.

"I, I propose..." She was annoyed by his voice and kept turning over.

"For what?"

Patrick deserved it. Knowing that she was on her period today, he could only watch her but couldn't do

anything. He was also angry with her. None of them could feel better right now.

"Patrick, can I propose to you?"

Christina was experienced, grabbing his thing skillfully, and her tone was a little threatening.

Patrick's expression was funny. "Let go..." It was extremely uncomfortable.

"I'm asking you. I'll propose to you. Just say yes!" Christina tightened her grip, and Patrick looked

unwell.

"Well, yes, I do." He gritted his teeth and agreed.

This was probably the first time in Patrick's life that he had been threatened and could only obey.

"Well, that's good."

Christina didn't know what she had done. She rubbed her face against his chest again, and then put

her hands around Patrick's waist and continued to sleep contentedly.

Patrick's face darkened. For a moment, he wanted to kick this woman out of bed.

In the end, Christina only let out a long sigh...