Chapter 319


    "Let me go."


    It was the fifth time she had yelled at him, but he still held her wrist hard. Christina was so angry that


    she wanted to beat him up regardless of his illness.


    "Patrick, I''ll get a thermometer and fever medicine. I won''t leave." She lookedplicated and


    emphasized.


    however, Patrick still didn''t let her go.


    "Hey, you''re heavy. Stand still and don''t press me..."


    "Oh, my gosh. Do you think that I won''t lose my temper... don''t lean over. Your beard! It''s itching. Go


    away..."


    He said in a low and hoarse voice, "Stop talking."


    Christina was exhausted.


    She felt bad. Finally, she dragged him to the bed.


    She pushed him on the bed with great force vindictively.


    She was so angry.


    If he was not sick, she would pour him a basin of cold water. Damn it!


    Patrick didn''t move. Christina frowned and moved closer to him.


    Patrick was tall. The bed at the length of 1.8 meters was not enough for him. His short ck hair was


    messy and he closed his eyes. He was not as intimidating as usual. He had a straight nose and his lips


    were dry. She could feel his breath if she approached him. His breath was warm.


    "He was not sick after the operation. I don''t know what he did and he has a fever now. He deserves it."


    Christina looked at his haggard face. She feltplicated. He frowned. He might have a headache.


    She took off his shoes and coat and took out a velvet quilt. She wanted to cover the quilt, but she


    stopped and stared at his belt.


    It seemed intimate to take off his belt. She didn''t know how many women had done it...


    Christina had mixed feelings and took off his belt expressionlessly.


    "You can look for many people, but youe to my home..." She became more resentful.


    She covered the quilt hard and identally touched him. Even though he wore an expensive silk dark


    purple shirt, she could feel that he had a serious fever.


    Christina had mixed feelings. She was resentful, but she had sympathy for him.


    She took his temperature.


    Five minutester, Christina looked at the thermometer. It was 39 degrees celsius. She was serious.


    She was cautious or a little afraid of the high fever. Derek was over 40 degrees celsius when he was


    young. And then he had been autistic for several years. She believed that people would be influenced a


    lot if they had a high fever.


    She attached some patches on his forehead and back neck to bring down a fever. There was some


    medicinal alcohol. She dipped some cotton balls in it. She wanted to take off his shirt and cool him


    down with it.


    However, Patrick did not cooperate. It was annoying.


    "Straighten your hands, and I''ll take off your shirt..." Christina tried hard to take off his shirt. But he was


    so heavy and she could only take off half of his shirt.


    Christina red at him, who was asleep. Finally, she put down the alcohol cotton and got on the bed to


    pull out his shirt bit by bit.


    As soon as she got on the bed, she was pulled into his arms. He hugged her tightly and didn''t let her


    go. Maybe he did it on purpose.


    "Hey!"


    Her skin was delicate. She was pressed against his strong chest and flushed. Patrick was so strong


    that she couldn''t push him even though he was sick. He hugged her like a ko. Christina was


    helpless.


    "If you don''t let me go, I''ll bite you."


    "Patrick, if I don''t cool you down, your brain might be injured due to the fever."


    She warned him and reasoned with him at his ear, but he didn''t let her go.


    Patrick took her as a pillow. It seemed that he could relieve the pain when he hugged her tightly.


    Christina was ufortable, and he had a bad habit... He buried his head in her neck and she felt


    itchy because of his beard. She was afraid of it the most.


    He seemed to be asleep.


    It was a long night for Christina. She had a hard time.


    Crystal slept soundly as if she had not slept sofortably in a long time.


    It was not until midnight that she woke up by some noise.


    She lived alone for a long time, so she was careful at night. She was in a daze and didn''t remember


    what happened. She lifted the quilt. It was cool. Oh, where were the clothes?


    She only had underwear. But she didn''t have the habit of sleeping naked.


    It was not time to think about it. She wore a bathrobe and listened to the sound in her kitchen


    cautiously.


    She thought it was a thief. But why the thief was in her kitchen?


    She held the phone tightly and was ready to call the police. After thinking about it, she bravely took a


    closer look. She found all the lights on in the living room and a familiar man in her kitchen.


    "Chandler, why are you here?" She spoke with a nasal voice.


    Chandler was busy. He heard her and turned to look at her. Crystal felt dizzy, but she found that he was


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    embarrassed.


    "What are you doing?" She asked.


    Chandler lookedplicated and said angrily, "Crystal, don''t you remember what you did?" He didn''t


    answer her but asked her.


    Crystal''s mind went nk. She looked at him in a daze and lowered her head stiffly and stared at her


    underwear in the bathrobe.


    Oh!


    What happened?


    She remembered that she cried and it was ugly. The worst thing was that she met him, and then...


    "Where''re my clothes?" She blushed.


    "Your clothes are all wet. Do you want to sleep in them?" Chandler was calm.


    "So... Did you help me take them off?"


    Crystal remembered that her unscrupulous brother and mother bullied her. At the moment, she spoke


    in an inexplicable panic in front of him.


    "I asked you to take it off yourself. And you were asleep." Chandler told her.


    Crystal lookedplicated. How could he say it calmly? It was so embarrassing.


    But soon it was Chandler''s turn. He almost burned down Crystal''s kitchen.


    "Were you cooking for me?"


    Crystal regained her senses and walked into the kitchen. She was surprised by the brunt rice. It was


    ck. She couldn''t recognize what he was cooking.


    And there was something on her pan that couldn''t be removed with a spat.


    "Fried eggs." He said strangely.


    Crystal turned to look at him and sighed, "If you don''t tell me, I won''t recognize it."


    Chandler looked bad. Crystal cleaned up skillfully. He hesitated for a moment and said, "I made...


    cereals."


    "Don''t you add water?" Crystal was shocked.


    "I don''t know how much water is needed."


    Chandler was stiff and a little angry.


    It was the first time that he had cooked and washed the rice. He didn''t how to cook. It was so


    troublesome.


    Chandler was usually gentle and calm. Now he was angry at the burnt food. He was just like a child


    and didn''t admit that he failed.


    Crystal suddenlyughed, "You''re so useless. You are an adult, but you cannot make cereals." She


    didn''t mean to ridicule him, but she wanted tough.


    "I heard that Patrick is good at cooking. But you don''t even know themon sense."


    Chandler felt that his self-esteem was damaged.


    "I have never cooked before. It''s normal. I don''t need to learn it. Charles had never taken a spat... I


    don''t know why Patrick suddenly learned to cook from a few chefs. You don''t know that his home


    almost had a fire."


    Chandler said with aplicated expression. How dare Crystal, who was soft, teach him a lesson?


    Crystal looked at him. She cleaned up the kitchen andughed more happily.


    In the end, Crystal made noodles by herself. She added small pieces of marinated beef and some


    chopped green onion. Chandler was also hungry. They were satisfied when they had the noodles.


    Another man was also hungry now.


    Patrick''s fever was not gone. Christina took his temperature several times. She muttered in annoyance,


    "38 degrees celsius."


    "Only one degree celsius! You have to go to the hospital for an injection. Otherwise, call your family


    member..."


    When Christina saw that he was awake, she immediately pushed him away. She said a lot.


    Patrick said, "I''m hungry."


    Christina took a deep breath. She wanted to throw the pans and spats at him. Go to hell!


    Thirty minutester, she hated herself for not being cruel enough.


    Bang.


    A bowl of fresh Dragon Beard Noodles was ced heavily in front of him.


    "What is this?"


    Patrick looked at the noodles and looked up at her.


    She exined casually, "It''ste. No one can deliver food. I don''t have instant noodles, so I add a fried


    egg in the Dragon Beard Noodles..."


    "Are they noodles?"


    Patrick looked at the paste in the bowl. Was it really food?


    "What do you mean?"


    Christina was angry, "Suit yourself! I cannot make delicious food like others. Anyway, I can only make


    it!"


    Patrick took a small bite expressionlessly. It was terrible.