My billionaire husband spoils me too much

Chapter 192

"To get rid of the two gatekeepers." She said calmly.

As soon as the door was opened, a familiar tall figure appeared in front of them.

Christina was a little bit surprised.

The yellow light on the stairs of the apartment was dim, but the keen dark eyes of the man could be

seen clearly. He was staring straight at her.

"Crystal, can I ask you to go out for a while?"

Christina's voice was deep. She gazed at the man in front of her stubbornly.

"Well, take your time."

Crystal walked out of the door timidly. She still felt a little worried about Cristina, and she forced herself

to say, "Actually, it's not Cristina's fault to eat the bad food and be hospitalized. Don't, don't scold her..."

Of course, Crystal was worried. She could tell that Mr. Hopkins was in a hurry coming to her home in

the middle of the night, as his hair was messy on his forehead.

"It was Barbara."

The door was closed.

Before he could ask, Cristina spoke with a cold tone.

"Someone delivered takeout this afternoon. It was Thai Emperor Fried Rice from Gordon Hotel, but

with no egg..."

Facing Patrick, Cristina had a complicated feeling. After all, the last time they parted unhappily was

because he kicked her out of the club, and she felt that he was protecting Barbara.

She didn't eat eggs, but usually, Thai Emperor Fried Rice had eggs in it. So it must be prepared by her

acquaintances.

It must be the person who had been scheming against her.

It must be Barbara Parker.

However, Patrick just looked at her face, at her anger, without speaking anything.

"Do you think I'm lying?"

"Do you think I'm slandering Barbara?"

When she saw him staring at her, the pent-up emotions in her heart were about to explode. She gritted

her teeth.

"Patrick, I'm sensitive, easy to be jealous, and I always mess things up. But have you ever believed

me? Who do you think Barbara is? Your capable executive? Your best friend for years?"

She raised her right hand and threw the broken amethyst bracelet to him with fury.

"Barbara wants to kill me!"

Christina roared at him angrily, with her chest heaving.

The man took the crystal bracelet with a calm expression.

He was so indifferent.

Christina couldn't believe it. She stared at him with her eyes wide open. She found that Patrick was not

worried about her at all.

"This is Barbara's bracelet..."

She felt hurt and turned her face aside. She did not want to see his indifferent face anymore.

"A woman came in my ward this afternoon, turned off the lights, and drew the curtain. It was dark..."

Her voice became lower and lower, as she found that Patrick didn't care at all. Christina even forgot the

reason to talk so much to him, as she was so scared that she didn't even dare to answer Crystal's

questions before.

In her heart, however, inexplicably, she just wanted to tell him.

She didn't want people around to worry about her, so she seldom complained to others. But she

wanted to tell him.

Sometimes, silence really hurts.

"She picked up the pillow and pressed it against my face. I couldn't breathe, but I didn't have enough

strength to push her away. I was sure that it was a woman. This bracelet fell off her hand..."

She remembered very clearly that it was the amethyst bracelet that Barbara usually wore on her left

hand.

Christina was still talking, but her voice gradually faded.

Suddenly, she laughed at herself, raised her head, and looked at the man in front of her again.

"Patrick, if it weren't for Eric, I would have..." Died.

"Eric."

Eric.

Patrick suddenly spoke and whispered.

"... Your Eric, how could he let something bad happen to you?"

His words made Christina very uncomfortable.

She looked straight at him with anger in her eyes.

"Patrick, if you have anything to say, just say it. Don't talk in such a weird tone. I'm not smart enough. I

don't understand you superior people's words!"

However, compared to her anger, he was still calm.

"Eric."

[ Eric's grandfather and my grandfather were good comrades, so I knew him in my childhood. ]

[ Eric was an illegitimate child. His mother was deceived by a man. At first, she didn't know that the

man had a wife... His mother died of dystocia when she gave birth to him. Later, he was taken back by

his father, but he and his wife treated him badly. ]

[ Eric had been so quiet since he was a child. He would not resist even he was picked on by someone.

Those people laughed at him for being a fool, but in fact, he just didn't like to talk and always ignored

others. ]

[ This wooden box was from a very important person, who had disappeared... ]

Patrick became silent. His cold face was devoid of emotion, but he looked straight at the woman...

Once she had mentioned to him a few times about the man named "Eric", but he didn't take it seriously.

He only knew that "Eric" seemed to be very important to her. Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

So it was him.

It was him.

He suddenly reached out his right hand to her. Christina was a little confused, as she could not

understand what it meant.

As he spread out his palm, a half-moon-shaped blood-colored jade was shown. Under the cold

incandescent lamp, it shone brightly, which was very eye-catching.

Her mind went blank.

She saw him expressionlessly put the cold jade back into her palm...

The jade as well as his hands were very cold.

"Christina, why is it you?"