My billionaire husband spoils me too much

Chapter 110

"What are you thinking about?"

Patrick watched her putting the takeaway on the shelf in front of the bed and then sitting down staring

blankly. She looked confused and unhappy.

It was true that Christina had something in mind. Hearing his voice, she looked up.

Patrick stopped her before she could speak, frowning. "You don't need to know much about the

company."

He thought that she was sulking because he had told her to leave a moment ago.

"All right."

She answered stiffly; lowered her head down. Complicated emotions filled her eyes.

Staring at her side face, he could tell that she was preoccupied. He tried to comfort her. His voice was

deep. "There are enough professional assistants around me. I don't need you to be one of them. You're

my..." My wife.

There were some things that he wanted to explain but didn't know how to.

Something tinkled.

Christina didn't catch his last few words. It was her phone in her coat pocket.

A new message on WhatsApp: "Christina, are you ok? I saw the news. Did you get into a car accident?

Please answer me when you are free. I'm worried about you."

It was from Crystal.

"We're returning home tomorrow, right?" Christina looked up and asked him.

Patrick raised his eyebrows slightly, wondering if she had met someone recently.

He glanced suspiciously at the screen of her cell phone but managed to hide that emotion from her.

"Yes," he answered softly.

Christina didn't have any other thoughts. She replied quickly on the phone. "We're fine. We'll be back

tomorrow. Don't worry."

"Crystal saw the news and sent me a message. She seemed to have come across her brother again

when she left the villa. She was so drunk, but the scum would just not let her go..."

Christina chatted with him and was obviously a little enraged. "If Simon bullies her again, I must teach

him a lesson!"

"She's settled. There's no need to keep worrying." The man on the bed, whose lunch was nearly

untouched, replied in a bad mood.

"How do you know that?"

Patrick did not answer. He was never interested in other people's business.

Unlike him, Christina was vivacious. She was playing with her phone at first, but soon remembered

some other trifles and handed her phone to him immediately.

"Patrick, can you check this for me? Is this Barbara's account? She added me yesterday"

He replied with three words, "I don't know."

Christina didn't believe it. "You must know it. You two are close..."

She changed her mind after a second. Christina raised an eyebrow. "I got it. You don't have a

WhatsApp account, do you?"

"That's fine, Patrick, I'll apply for a new account for you. We chat in the group all the time. You can also

see what others are doing on this platform, which will be a great help to develop a better friendship with

your clients."

Develop a friendship with clients? Patrick was a little bit wordless. He would in no way develop a

friendship with those old men.

But he didn't refuse either.

Christina took the black phone and got him a new account in minutes.

She hesitated while choosing the name of the new account.

"How about Ice?" She asked him cautiously.

"What?"

Christina found his question difficult to answer, so she decided to fool him over. "Well, you need a new

name for your new account and I'm thinking about something like South Pole Ice, you know, it sounds

closer to the people..."

Ice, and it's from the South Pole.

Sometimes it was really hard for Patrick to understand what was going on in his wife's head. She had

so many strange idea all the time.

It didn't matter for him to be called Ice on WhatsApp, because this kind of social software didn't mean

much to him. But he was delighted to see the sweet smile on his wife's face as if she finally succeeded

in getting things on her own way.

"You should set a six-digit payment password here and remember to give a red envelope as a gift to

others. I'm sure you will have more luck by doing this often..." Christina kept talking about what she NôvelDrama.Org owns this.

knew about WhatsApp.

She suddenly got interested, coming closer to him and enthusiastically teaching him how to use it.

"This Slutty Brother Charlie is Charles, and this Piggy Get Luckier is Crystal." she showed him the

contact list carefully. "This Aimee is new. It should be Barbara..."

"And this is me," she pointed him the account using a picture of the face of a fat cat as a profile photo.

It was so funny. Patrick couldn't help to laugh out.

"Stop laughing at it! It's so cute! Haven't you realized that in some ways you're already out of date?"

Christina rolled her eyes a bit at him and continued to mutter, "When my baby is born, I'll use his

picture as my profile photo."

"Isn't the baby you?" He knew her nickname.

"Don't call me that. It's embarrassing."

Hearing him mentioned the nickname reminded Christina of another WhatsApp friend. She turned a

little confused and searched the contact list quickly.

"Who is this Sleeping Beauty?"

Patrick looked at the screen and asked first.

He would never forget that this Sleeping Beauty sent her two messages that day in the bedroom. He

called her in a very intimate way.

Christina didn't answer. She just fixed her eyes on the words "Sleeping Beauty."

She guessed that it was him.

No wonder... Besides her mother, he was the only one who called her by her nickname.

"Christina, are you going to cheat on your husband?" The man beside spoke in a deep voice, gnashing

his teeth in anger, "...You are already my son's mother."

Christina put down her phone and smiled.

It was obvious that Patrick had changed. He wasn't like a piece of ice anymore. No longer that quiet,

and no longer indifferent either.

She gave him a sweet hug with two hands around his neck. Leaning her head on his shoulder, she

showed a tricky smile.

"Patrick, I just added Charles as your new WhatsApp friend. The guy was so shocked that he sent an

emoji immediately that shows he was struck by lightning upon seeing your new name. Hahaha... I did

give you a fantastic name."

She didn't have to pretend to be modest in front of him. She leaned over his shoulder and rubbed her

face against his neck, smiling more and more proudly.

Christina rarely got this close to him on her initiative. That was why Patrick was startled a bit. In fact, he

was nervous all over. Taking a deep breath, he raised his left hand and gently rubbed her head.

Her long hair was soft. Her smile didn't disappear. He was glad that she didn't refuse him this time.

This had been his dream since a long time ago...

"Patrick, there's something I want to tell you," suddenly she said, looking straight into his eyes with a

serious tone.

This made him a little nervous. "What is it?"

She gazed at him for a while before slowly saying, "Thank you for protecting my son..."

She was referring to the car accident. If he hadn't reacted quick enough and jumped in front of her...

"It's our son!" Patrick replied angrily.

"Christina, if it's an ordinary day, isn't it a case that you should commit yourself to me in return of my

kindness?"

Christina blushed as the man stared at her.

She shouldn't have brought it up.

"Well, I need to get used to it..."