Chapter 143


    You would get yourself into trouble by provoking a man irresponsibly.


    Especially when you did it in bed, provoking your own husband...


    On the excuse of marriage, Patrick ended the farce with furious sex. Hey beside Christina and stared


    at her, who pretended to be sleeping. "This is interesting." He thought to himself.


    He found out that the only way to handle his wife was to treat her the way she treated him. He had to


    stop things from going in the way she wanted before they finally went out of his control.


    "Stop that insidious smile on your face..."


    He had just taken advantage of her.


    Christina rolled her eyes at him with a blushing face. She was a little angry but had no strength to raise


    her arm and punch him.


    Why was he always still energetic after sex while she got tired sore every time? It was so unfair!


    Christina bit him in the thigh as revenge.


    Then sheined, "Patrick, how dare you bullying me in front of my son. You wait and see. I''ll


    definitely pay you back for it as soon as the baby is born..."


    It hurt because she had sharp teeth.


    But Patrick was too delighted at this moment to feel the pain. He rubbed her head with his big palm and


    threatened her. "Christina, stop, or I''ll punish you again."


    His threat worked. Christina trembled, "Those sperms are tired. They need some rest."


    Wrapped in a nket, she moved immediately to the other side of the bed.Belongs to N?velDrama.Org - All rights reserved.


    She hid like a cowardly ostrich. Patrick couldn''t help butugh out.


    He patted her a little and gave her a gentle kiss between her brows. Then he got out of bed, changed


    his clothes, and walked out of the bedroom quietly.


    Christina was still blushing. She couldn''t really rx until she was convinced that Patrick was no longer


    in this room.


    "Why am I so nervous..."


    Sometimes she couldn''t understand this messy heartbeat herself either.


    She felt sweet though, and also a little dizzy, a strange but wonderful feeling.


    Suddenly it urred to her that she was willing to spend the rest of her life with him.


    "Patrick, are you willing to spend the rest of your life with me?"


    Hiding in the nket, she whispered to herself in an uncertain tone...


    Not only was it because of her self-abasement. What''s more important is, she really didn''t know much


    about him...


    "Why won''t you let me know?"


    "Don''t let her know!"


    Patrick was answering a call in his study. He looked pale and sped the phone tightly in his hand.


    "Don''t tell her about this..."


    Charles disagreed on the other end of the line. "Patrick, you know what kind of person she is. She


    won''t be happy if she finds out you deliberately hide this from her. Why don''t you just tell her about your


    illness..."


    "I told you not to mention it to her."


    Patrick emphasized in a colder tone, "And the thing grandpa is investigating. Don''t let him get to it


    either..."


    Charles was startled by his scolding.


    He replied seriously, no longer in his daily casual tone. "Grandpa did all those things for you. He was


    worried about the bullet in your brain. Do you know that it would kill you once it deviated..."


    "I know you keep the bullet thing as a secret because you''re guilty of how Derek became a vegetable


    after the car ident while you recovered. You refused the surgery too. For what? Are you punishing


    yourself or being overcritical of yourself? Now that Derek is fine, when are you going to let this go..."


    Charles sounded a little anxious in the end.


    Grandpa was worried. He and Chandler were worried. But Patrick just wouldn''t take their advice.


    Christina''s words might work, but somehow Patrick just wouldn''t let her know about this.


    "Derek won''t me you, Patrick. You don''t have to wait for him to literally say it..."


    Unlike Charles, Patrick wasn''t a little worried. Walking to the French window of the study peacefully, he


    mocked himself. "Six years..."


    "For six years had he been in hospital. He missed too much..."


    Six years couldpletely change a person.


    "If he had known that driving over to save me would have cost him six years, he wouldn''t have been


    willing to... My life was a gift from him."


    "I owed him." He thought.