Chapter 159


    It was almost midnight when they returned to the hotel suite.


    "Wait a minute..."


    Christina looked at the door panel in front of her and subconsciously stopped the staff member of the


    hotel as he brought the room card over to open the door for them.


    "Wait for what?"


    Patrick noticed that the woman beside him had a worried look on her face. She had not said much on


    the way back.


    Christina wanted to make an excuse, but when she looked at Patrick''s sharp eyes, she couldn''t say


    anything.


    "Go to bed early."


    It was gettingte, and Patrick couldn''t understand her thoughts.


    The door was opened, and the room attendant immediately turned on all the lights in the suite for them


    respectfully. The light in front of them was intensely bright.


    Christina froze at the door. She was nervous.


    "What are you thinking?"


    Patrick frowned when he saw her standing still. She was very strange tonight.


    She did not answer him, but she seemed to look in the direction of the bed in the bedroom. Her mind


    was a mess and she was somewhat nervous.


    "What are you looking at?"


    He felt that she was distracted. She was not even focused on talking to him, and that made him


    somehow angry. Patrick turned around and took a big step. His tall and handsome figure suddenly


    blocked her view.


    He spoke again coldly, "Christina."


    "What?"


    In astonishment, she regained her senses, but she could not conceal the guilty look in her eyes.


    "You keep looking at the bed..." Patrick narrowed his eyes slightly and looked straight at her.


    Her eyes were clear, bright and beautiful, but she could be easily seen through when she lied if


    someone looked into them.


    "You''ve been looking at the bed. Is there anyone there?"


    As soon as he finished speaking, he was striding towards the suite bedroom. Christina reached out in


    panic and tried to grab him.


    But Patrick''s legs were long, and in three steps, he walked to the side of the big bed and looked back


    at the woman behind him.


    He grabbed the corner of the nket with his right hand and lifted it violently.


    Christina''s face turned pale and she became restless.


    She looked straight at the bed... There was nothing on the king-size bed.


    Christina breathed a sigh of relief. He had left. She thought to herself.


    "Ask someone to search in this ce again. Search in the madam''s room, the baby''s room, the


    cloakroom carefully..." Patrick ordered coldly, almost at the moment she rxed.


    This presidential suite was more than 170 square meters big. If someone was hiding in it and he hadn''t


    been able to find him before, then it meant... Finally, hisplicated eyes fell on the big bed in front of


    him.


    He was hiding under the covers.


    Was he sleeping with her?


    Patrick''s expression changed at the thought.


    He turned around and saw the woman standing on the balcony...


    Christina walked to the balcony. She looked at the dim stars in the night. She didn''t dare to look back or


    to look directly at him, for fear that he would see through her mind.


    She really wanted to ask why Patrick sent people to look for Derek.


    But as far as she knew, most of the people that Patrick was looking for had offended him. She still


    remembered Patrick''s basement and his ruthless means of dealing with his enemy.


    She dared not ask...


    The deep voice sounded behind her, interrupting her thoughts. "Christina, what are you hiding from


    me?"


    The man behind her slowly approached her closer and closer. Christina did not turn back and she could


    feel his anger.


    What could she do?


    She couldn''t hide it from him...


    In her panic, she thought of something and said intermittently, "Barbara made Crystal take the me..."


    Her voice was a little anxious, and her guilt could be sensed through her deliberately raised voice.


    "Crystal didn''t do anything wrong. Why..."


    Christina wanted to fool Patrick as she had done before by being unreasonable, but there was no way


    for her to continue. Her arm was pulled hard by Patrick, and her whole body fell against his strong


    chest.


    "Christina... I don''t like you being this way." Patrick lowered his head and looked sharply at the guilty


    expression on her face.


    He didn''t like the way she lied.


    She understood the meaning of his words and the anger in his tone.


    She pursed her lips, trying to say something, but she kept hesitating...


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    Patrick wore a cold expression and he lost his patience. He kissed her with his thin, cold lips.


    He was uneasy.


    He didn''t know what it was for. It was just a strong intuition. He was worried about what would


    happen... It made him very restless.


    In the dark starry sky in the early morning, the night wind outside the window blew in. The summer


    wind was cool, but it could not blow away the romantic atmosphere in this room.


    They indulged themselves.


    When she woke up, it was already noon the next day.


    The man next to her had already gotten up. Christina had a grim expression. She punched the pillow


    next to her with a little indignation as an outlet. "Jerk."


    "Good morning, Young Madam."


    When Christina finished washing up in the bathroom, she changed her clothes and came out.


    Suddenly, a female manager knocked on the door. She pushed the dining car with a smile and brought


    in some sea cucumber porridge and snacks. "Have you just woken up? Do you want to rest a little


    longer..."


    Good morning?


    Christina was expressionless and she looked at the hot sun outside the window.


    Sure enough, Crystal was right. If one worked for a capitalist, he must go against his conscience. It was


    not easy to earn some money.


    However, Christina was a little curious about the hotel manager who hade in with porridge just in


    time. She raised her eyebrows slightly and looked around the corners of the suite.


    Did he install a surveince camera for me?


    "Where''s Patrick?" Her voice suddenly became cold.


    The female manager who was sent to personally take care of Christina, who had worked for many


    years, was naturally very good at observing people''s expressions. She gently ced the porridge and


    snacks on the table and exined, "Mr. Hopkins asked us to prepare breakfast for you this morning..."


    These were breakfast. It was her who didn''t get up early enough.


    The female manager wore a standard smile. "We don''t have any surveince cameras in our suite.


    Please rest assured."


    Christina suddenly fell silent when she heard that.


    She sat down and sipped the small bowl of porridge with a spoon without any appetite. The female


    manager noticed that she was low-spirited and asked, "Young Madam, this porridge is not to your


    taste? Do you want to have something else?"


    "No," Christina simply put down the spoon and muttered to herself, "I was just thinking about


    something..."


    She wondered if she had been too suspicious recently, and she should have believed Patrick.


    Should she tell him about meeting Derekst night?