Chapter 358


    "Charles, so you know he lives upstairs."


    Christina suddenly turned around and shouted at him with gritted teeth.


    Charles quickly exined, "I only found outter. I really didn''t know what he had done before."


    She had stayed in C City for more than half a month and hadn''te back for a long time. The door of


    her house was covered in ayer of dust, and many newspaper advertisements were stuffed into the


    crack of the door.


    "Miss Dickens, you''re back." The neighbor opposite opened the door and greeted her warmly.


    Christina didn''t live in this apartment for long but things interesting had happened to her before. So the


    neighbors here were very impressed with her.


    Christina was not a warm person. She just wanted to nod politely to the other party.


    But as soon as she turned around, she nced to find Patrick here, too. Why didn''t he go back


    upstairs?


    Just as she was about to let Patrick go, her neighbor shouted in surprise, "Oh, aren''t you the


    handsome guy in 502?"


    Patrick was dressed in a ck suit, being elegant and mature. He stood there, not speaking but very


    eye-catching.


    The neighbor looked at jun him, then at Christina, and asked curiously, "So you two really know each


    other. Is he really your husband?"


    Christina immediately remembered she once shouted at the neighbors to say Patrick was her husband.


    Feeling embarrassed, she quickly took out her key and opened the door.


    Charles was interested. "What did she tell you?"


    Patrick seemed to be a little curious and looked at the strange neighbor.


    "That morning, Miss Dickens suddenly came out of apartment 502 upstairs. Some people said that she


    was messing around with men. But she told us the person that lived upstairs was her husband..."


    The neighbor smiled and chatted with them.


    "I thought she was joking. Since they were husband and wife, why did they live upstairs and


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    downstairs? They should live together."


    Christina forgot where she had put the key, not finding it for a while. While Charles was gossiping with


    her neighbor.


    "There''s a security guard in our neighborhood who cares about Miss Dickens. When the guard went on


    patrol, he often came here to see if she''s back..."


    Charles suddenly became excited. "Which security guy?"


    "Someone''s nephew here, and he has a well-off family and he is very down-to-earth..."


    Charles gave Christina a loving look. "Someone is into you."


    Christina felt annoyed and looked at the man behind her as if nothing had happened. While Patrick,


    who was emotionless behind her. Finally, she found the key to the apartment.


    She quickly opened the door and pushed Charles into the room in case he talked nonsense.


    Just as she was about to close the door, the neighbor suddenly remembered something and shouted at


    her anxiously, "Miss Dickens, I almost forgot to tell you something. Last week, yourndlord came to


    see you. He said he couldn''t reach you on his phone and asked you to contact him as soon as you


    Christina didn''t know why her stingyndlord was looking for her. Maybe he wanted to raise the price.


    "Thank you. I''ll call himter."


    As she spoke, she flipped through her phone. She had ignored too many missed calls and muttered to


    herself, "Just in time to stop renting."


    "Miss Dickens, are you going to move out?"


    "Will you not live here anymore?"


    The neighbor seemed to be very interested in her private life, especially when two men with such


    outstanding looks came. The neighbor thought Charles and Patrick should be very rich, not those who


    messed around.


    Christina was most afraid that others would ask too much. For a moment, she was a little dazed. "Yes,


    I''m going home."


    "Where is your family, in A City or your hometown?"


    The neighbor did not mean to ask more, just showing care for Christina by a few more questions.


    Instead, Christina only smiled awkwardly. The neighbor also realized that it was not polite to ask more


    and said quickly, "It''s better to live at home than rent a house outside." Then the neighbor waved a


    hand and went downstairs.


    In fact, Christina really didn''t know how to answer. She always felt that she had no home.


    She had no time to feel sorry for herself. Meanwhile, Charles broke a few ss teacups in the room,


    making noise.


    "Pay for it!"


    She hurried into the house and shouted at him angrily.


    "So stingy. It''s just a few broken teacups. How much is it worth?"


    Charles, who was rich and powerful, didn''t take it seriously and looked around the small apartment in


    disgust. "I really don''t understand why you rented this lousy ce."


    Christina took a broom and threw it to him. "Handle these ss shards."


    After noting back for half a month, she found the furnishings at home were still the same as


    before. The doors and windows were not opened for a while, and she felt a little cold in the house.


    So she hurriedly opened the curtains in the apartment to let the sun in, making it warmer.


    In fact, she felt that as long as modern women could earn enough money, they could live a good single


    life. They could do whatever they wanted in their own apartment, and they were free.


    Perhaps it was because Patrick had appeared so rarely in her life recently that she could almost ignore


    him. She learned to ignore his existence. When Patrick entered the house, she pretended not to see


    him.


    With Charles around, she was not afraid of being awkward. She did not know how tomunicate with


    Patrick now and she refused to think about theplicated problems of love.


    Patrick did not respond to her-disregarding him.


    He knew her apartment very well and took the electric kettle to boil the water. He also took out a new


    set of cups and a porcin pot of ck tea from the kitchen cab.


    The water was boiling and Patrick was making tea.


    It was early January, and it was still cold in A City. They were tired from taking a ne and felt very


    fragrance of tea.


    Charles cleaned up the broken ss on the floor, washed his hands, and immediately went over to


    drink the tea.


    Christina stood at the door of the bedroom and looked at the two men drinking tea sofortably. They


    thought of this as their home.


    Patrick suddenly turned to look at her. There was a slight expression change in his cold face. His deep


    eyes looked straight at her as if he were calling her over.


    Christina was indifferent and did not respond.


    Charles stretched out his neck and shouted at her, "Where did you buy these ck tea leaves? It''s


    delicious."


    "I asked a friend to buy them. It''s expensive. Don''t use them up."


    Christina could act very naturally if it was Charles who said next. She was known to be picky about


    food and liked to drink ck tea.


    But she didn''t expect Patrick to suddenly say, "There''s a lot at home."


    Patrick answered in a low and a little maic voice, and the way he said made people feel cold. No


    one could learn that. He grew up in the Hopkins family, and he was born with charm, and that was why


    many debutantes were fascinated by him.


    Christina realized that she was a little distracted.


    Especially when he said it so naturally, it seemed that the Hopkins family was her home, too.


    Some time ago, he had been alienating her, and she gradually got used to living without him. But


    suddenly, he came back to her sight again...


    So she wondered she could not be obedient. She would not listen to him as he wanted her to go or


    return.


    The more she thought about it, the angrier she became.


    "Go, go, don''t let me see you. Get out!" She immediately turned angry and fiercely chased them away.


    Patrick stood up cooperatively and walked towards the door under her angry eyes. Charles hesitated


    and quickly left.


    She lost her temper, which meant that she was fine. But if she was quiet, then something wrong would


    happen.


    She was really fine. She was very angry that Patrick had pretended to be an amnesiac and lied to her


    before. She would forgive him just for this. She won''t shout for divorce and never saw him again.


    Anyway, that was not her way.


    She wanted to be alone for a few days before thinking about forgiving him.


    But things always went wrong, seemingly going against her on purpose.


    "Why is this USB drive with you?"


    When Patrick was about to leave the gate, he found a small ck USB drive in the corner of the tv


    cab. He seemed to be very surprised and became stern. "Who gave it to you?"


    Christina was not ready to react, and her eyes were fixed on the unidentified USB drive.