My billionaire husband spoils me too much

Chapter 62

"Tina"

The man's warm and clear voice rang in her ear, "Tina..." It was repeated over and over again. His tone

was extremely gentle when he was calling out her name.

"Don't call me that name, it's disgusting!"

Christina frowned. She seemed a little confused and thought the voice was familiar.

She must have heard this gentle voice before.

'Who are you...'

She opened her mouth and wanted to shout, but her whole body trembled in fright. She opened her

eyes immediately only to see the white ceiling above her head in confusion. She smelled the faint smell

of disinfectant.

Only then did she realize that it was a dream.

And she was in the hospital.

"Hospital?" She murmured. She was weak and her mind went blank.

She looked around in a daze and heard the sound of blood pressure and heart rate machines

dripping...

"Why am I in the hospital?"

She had a low fever so she was blunt now. She hadn't regained her senses.

"What did you say?"

At this time, in the quiet night of the morning, at the abandoned factory, the police, and rescue team

were still working...

"You said Christina was in the hospital?!"

Charles held the phone in disbelief.

"What?" Patrick rushed forward and grabbed his phone. His voice was low and shocked.

"Christina is in the hospital!"

How could she be in the hospital!

"Why am I in the hospital?"

She remembered there might be a man...

Suddenly, Christina seemed to remember something. She appeared anxious and her heart was racing.

She immediately threw back the white hospital sheet and put her hands on her belly...

She looked down at her fair and smooth belly.

She took a long breath then. 'Fortunately...'

She remembered that when she went to the company's wine party, she met a man who looked polite

and wore a black tuxedo. At first, Todd mistook her for Cecilia and took her to the party. Then she left.

However, Todd followed her. When she bumped into the gunfight between Patrick and Sean in the

underground parking lot, Todd tightly covered her mouth and forcibly took her away.

Finally, Todd held a steel knife and was going to cut her belly open with the sharp blade...

Suddenly, Christina lost her mind. She looked at the door in confusion.

There was some noise outside the door. This sound...

"In the past, when we sisters were in charge of the group, this never happened!"

"Today happens to be the 50th anniversary of the group. But such a big scandal has happened. The

stock price will definitely fall tomorrow! Dad, I already said that Patrick is too young to have full control

of the group..."

Laurie and her sisters came to the hospital with Mr. Hopkins. Though they seemed to be here to visit

Christina, they all took advantage of the opportunity to hit Patrick when he was down.

It was past 1: 00 in the morning and the night wind was chilly. The corridor of the inpatient department

was noisy.

Mr. Hopkins held the walking stick by his right hand and listened to the complaints of his daughters. He

looked gloomy and irritable.

The 50th anniversary of the group was originally a great day. But such a thing had happened!

"Be quiet. Go in and see how Christina is doing!" The old man looked displeased and scolded his

daughters.

"Where's Christina?"

At this moment, a tall figure rushed from the left elevator entrance of the hospital. Patrick's clothes

were wet and he looked obviously impatient. "Where's Christina!"

When Laurie saw him coming, she immediately stopped him with a dark face in her senior posture.

She scolded him. "Patrick, you not only suppressed your close relatives but also offended so many

people for your own selfish desires. This time Christina was injured. Next time, the rest of us will get

into trouble too. You are really selfish!"

"Go away -"

Patrick was not in the mood to argue with her. He looked agitated and pushed her away regardless of

her identity as his aunt.

"Is Christina here?"

He looked at Mr. Hopkins. His tone was full of disbelief.

Mr. Hopkins grunted angrily, "Bastard, you even didn't care about your wife. You've been fooling around

with that slut. You still have the face to come here?"

Patrick was scolded by his grandfather. A trace of astonishment flashed across his stern face.

He wasn't angry. He just felt a little unbelievable.

Christina was really in the hospital.

But why was she here...

"Dad, criticize his company management!"

"I don't think he's fit to sit in this position. We'd better hold a shareholders' meeting tomorrow..." Laurie

and her sisters took advantage of the situation to blame him.

But Patrick was not in the mood to think about the company at all.

He frowned and strode to the ward, shaking the doorknob with his big hand and twisting it quickly.

When his eyes fell on the bed, he almost lost his breath. She was really here.

Christina was lying on the bed. Watching the man in front of her walk towards her, she was inexplicably

nervous.

Patrick quickened his pace. When he came to the hospital bed, his condescending gaze scrutinized her

as if questioning something...

Christina trembled with fear because of his sharp and scorching gaze.

"Why are you here?" Suddenly, he spoke in a deep voice.

Christina pursed her lips tightly and did not answer him. She lowered her eyes and thought of

something. As if she did not want to see him, she leaned over and turned her back to him.

But Patrick was a little upset.

He bent down and pressed his hands on her shoulders, forcing her to look at him directly.

"Who saved you?"

When he sneaked into the abandoned factory, he found Todd being attacked. He also remembered that

at the last moment in the fire, he vaguely saw a man and a woman hugging each other intimately...

"Answer me. Who saved you in the abandoned factory?"

Patrick was getting more and more agitated. His voice was cold and he kept repeating his question.

Christina's shoulder hurt a little from his pressure. Her small face wrinkled and she glared at the man

on top of her head. "Let go!"

He went over there to save Cecilia and didn't care about her life. Now he came over and questioned

her. What's right did he have to ask her?

"It's none of your business who saved me!" She looked at him and retorted stubbornly.

Patrick's face darkened when he heard her reply.

Looking at her weak face at this moment, he felt pain. He withdrew his gaze and stopped looking at

her. Then he released her and stood up straight.

"Why did you appear at the party?" He tried his best to suppress the impatience in his heart and

continued to ask in a cold voice.

The woman in the hospital bed, with a serious face, did not want to answer him.

"Christina!"

Patrick seemed agitated that he turned around and glared at her stubborn face again. He yelled her

name, a name that was so familiar to him from the bottom of his heart!

His anger seemed to have shaken her heart. She also felt his impatience.

Christina had a complicated expression on her face and an indescribable emotion in her heart.

He seemed... worried.

"I don't know," Christina suddenly whispered.

"I don't know who he is."

She didn't lie. She really didn't see the man's face. All she knew was that he showed up in time and

grabbed the knife from Todd's hand. That man saved her...Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

Christina half-closed her eyes. She looked pale and painful. She hadn't recovered from the shock.

Patrick looked at her. His anger seemed to dissipate.

"Why did you go to the party? Who told you to go there? What did you see in the parking lot?" He

spoke slowly. After thinking about it, he added, "Christina, don't hide it from me..."

"What about you? What are you hiding from me?" She interrupted him.

Patrick narrowed his eyes as if he did not expect her to retort.

Christina's left hand, which was hidden in the sheet, tightened slightly as if she had summoned up

courage. She looked straight at him and asked, "Patrick, your study..."

"Have you been to my study?" Patrick's voice immediately sounded cold.

Christina's face turned pale. She had expected him to be angry, but she didn't expect such a big

reaction. "I, I just..." She answered vaguely and was eager to find an explanation.

Patrick seemed to have remembered something. His face was filled with a warning. "Who allowed you

into my study?"

"Christina, you have no right to step into my life!" His deep eyes scrutinized her closely. "Who have you

been in contact with lately, you..."

"My business has nothing to do with you!" She suddenly felt really disappointed.

"I'm not feeling well now. Please go out!" Christina pursed her lips, showing her decision.

"Christina, you..." Patrick looked angry.

"Your Miss Jones is safe now. I don't need you to worry about my business. Mr. Hopkins, please go out

now. I don't want to see you!" Christina yelled at him.

Bang -

The door of the ward was slammed close.

Patrick, tall and upright, leaned his back against the hospital wall. He glanced at the door of the ward

on his left with complicated eyes. Then he suppressed a sense of annoyance and closed his eyes

tiredly.

He wanted to say that all he wanted was her safety.

He wanted to say that he was worried about her.

But he didn't. He wasn't fit to say that. He didn't know how to say it...

"Patrick, where's Christina?"

Charles rushed over to the hospital. But he bumped into Patrick standing outside the ward. A flash of

loneliness flashed across his cold face.

"... keep an eye on her."

After this sentence, Patrick stepped away and headed straight for the elevator.

Charles was in a daze. He clearly wanted to stay here for a while longer but left so soon.

"Christina, did you quarrel with Patrick?" He opened the door and asked tentatively.

Christina breathed a sigh of relief and felt relaxed when seeing Charles.

"You are so heartless. Patrick almost lost his life in order to find you. He was worried about you..."

He was worried about you.