My billionaire husband spoils me too much

Chapter 114

The night was dark, but a cramp in the calf muscles woke Christina up from a sound sleep.

She reached out to turn on the light beside the bed.

Frowning, she propped herself up slowly and moved to the bedside. And she lifted her numb and

painful right leg and put it down softly.

Pregnant women often had cramps in their legs at midnight...

She didn't know what to do with it before, so she just lay on the bed and massaged herself, but the

effect was not much. Fortunately, Crystal taught her how to deal with that.

"Why are you still awake?"

The door was suddenly opened.

Seeing that the lights were still on, Patrick looked at her with a displeased expression and said,

"Christina, it's already 2:00 in the morning."

"I thought you don't know!"

She glared at him, her tone not very good.

His injury didn't recover but he stayed up late. No one could keep him on a short since grandpa hadn't

been here.

The room became quiet again, and neither of them spoke anymore.

Patrick went to the shower but felt annoyed to see that she was still sitting by the bed when he got out.

"Christina, you're not supposed to stay up late when you're pregnant." He tried to speak gently.

"I know, and I'm just..."

She felt kind of awkward, but did not want to say anything after staring at him for a second.

Christina sulked and turned her face away from him. She shook her right leg slightly, not feeling the

cramp, and then put her left foot in, lay down again.

Patrick indeed wore out. After going through the financial report all night, he didn't want to argue about

anything. He lay down, turn off the light, wanting to rest.

"Patrick..."

The woman beside him called him hesitantly.

"Patrick, are you asleep?"

Christina said in a low voice. She knew he didn't fall asleep yet.

The man did not respond to her, but suddenly extended his palm to hold her hand, which was soft.

Their fingers touched.

After that accident, his right shoulder got injured, so he could not hold her in his arm like before, which

made him kind of not accustomed.

"I'm busy all day, Christina. I want to get my rest."

His low voice was with tiredness, but perhaps it was late at night, the voice got softer.

Christina moved closer to him. She had slept for hours and was wide awake now.

She wasn't contented and said, "I'm not stopping you."

"Dear, I wanna talk to you. Can you sleep later?"

"Okay."

It was the first time for them to chat in bed at night. And usually, she was not clingy.

"I know you're busy, and I don't have much to do at home. Can I select the outfit for you in the future?"

She got excited, "The doctor told me that adequate exercise was going for me..."

"I was thinking of helping out in the kitchen, but that didn't suit me." Her voice grew fainter and fainter.

The man chuckled.

"Why are you laughing? I really want to be a good wife."

She felt a bit annoyed, aiming a kick at him.

He already knew at the very beginning that she did not have a knack for that.

Something suddenly occurred to her, and she leaned closer to him with an ingratiating smile. "Hey, I

want to be a gardener. That's what I can do. I like to use clippers."

"No." He rejected that.

As expected, he did the same thing as the gardener. She didn't give up but tried to persuade him in a

tender voice.

"I won't hurt myself, believe me. I will be careful. Hey, I just like that..."

"Wanna be a gardener, you can start from weeding."

The talks failed, for he could not allow her to do that.

Looking out at the blackness of the sky and the brightness of lights, he felt rather pleased with the

serenity here.

"My dear wife, shall we sleep now?"

He was in a good mood and deliberately teased her.

Her face blushed because of his calling her wife. She was too shy.

He hurt his right shoulder, so Christina tucked him in.

"By the way, grandpa has been in Seattle for almost a month. Why don't you call him tomorrow..."

She actually wanted to know about his grandpa. The last time she went to Seattle hospital, he scolded

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If it hadn't been for you, he would have been great. That was what Patrick said to her the other day with

a dark face.

She didn't understand what it meant. There were a lot of questions, but they didn't give her the

opportunity to probe...

No one would be gossiping about the things that grandpa snubbed her and Judy slapped her in the

face. She also told Charles not to tell Patrick, for she didn't want to be misunderstood as ruining the

family relationship on purpose.

She was afraid to call his grandpa but he would be truly pleased if Patrick called him.

He remained silent, making Christina kind of anxious.

Tugging at his left hand, she said, "Did you do something to vex him? He's sometimes childish. You

need to entertain him. What he does must be for your own good..."

"I'll take care of it, okay?"

However, his voice turned ice.

She got a bit cross and said, "Can you just accede to his wishes?"

"Christina, Your only job now is to take care of yourself and be ready to give birth to the baby."

They both got upset because of that conversation even though this was a great night.

She kept the quilt on, turning away from him.

She was angry with him.

She woke up at seven o'clock in the morning, but found he had left the bed.

She got up and stared angrily at the place where he lay down at night.

She had thought that Patrick was out again. Going downstairs, she got to know that Charles and

Chandler came very early and were in the study.

"Oh." She was at the table, answering in a bland tone.

Thinking about it for a while, she looked up at nanny and said, "By the way, I'll be going out..."

Hearing what she said, Nanny Faang kind of stunned and then nodded her head. "Well, I'll tell him."

At noon, the servants knocked on the door, reminding them of lunch downstairs.

"Where's Christina?"

The food was ready.

"Tell her to have lunch."

Charles looked around and did not see her.

After the serving, the nanny stood at the table, looked at Patrick, and said after hesitating for a while,

"She goes for her prenatal checkup today. A maid for company."

Prenatal check-up?

"Why didn't she tell me?" He looked a little unhappy. He happened to be at home today.

There was a wry smile on her face and answered, "She wanted me to tell you that it's none of your

business."

His face darkened when he heard this.

Christina still held a grudge.