Chapter 405


    It was already 12 o''clock at midnight when Christina returned to the Dickens family.


    "Why are you back sote?"


    Betty heard the doorbell ringing and immediately went to open the door. However, she saw not only


    Christina but another uninvited guest, which surprised her.


    "Auntie," Christina called out to her.


    Betty came back to her senses and noticed that Christina looked a little angry, while the handsome


    Patrick looked indifferent, standing there with tworge bags of expensive gifts in his hands.


    Christina''s face turned sullen.


    They could have easilye back by ne, but Patrick had to take the car at midnight. This bastard


    Patrick had leaned on her for a few hours, which made her shoulders so sore.


    Ignoring the annoying man behind her, she strode straight into her house.


    Patrick, who was standing outside the door, watched the cold woman in front stride in. He turned to


    look at Betty in front of him again. His voice was neither warm nor cold, "Hello."


    Betty nodded at him cautiously.


    Betty had Known early that Christina was going back to the Dickens family, so she was very happy to


    wait for her return in the living room. But she never thought that Patrick woulde too.


    "These are for you." Patrick handed over tworge bags of gifts.


    The Dickens family had no servant at home, and no one came forward to take what he was holding.


    Patrick was not used to it and had to mention it. Betty paused for a second and immediately reached


    out to take the gifts. Just as she was going to say something courteous to thank him, a shout came out


    of the room.


    "I told you to go back to the Dickens family immediately and don''t wander around, but you don''t listen


    to me. Must you make your aunt and grandma worry about you all day? How old are you... At 7 o''clock


    I have asked you toe back. What are you dawdling about? Why do you stay out until midnight so


    that we have to wait..."


    Donald had a bad temper and scolded Christina angrily.


    Christina was silent being scolded by her father like this and did not dare to say a word.


    Patrick frowned and strode into the room regardless of etiquette, "I asked her toe back to the


    Hopkins family with me first." His voice was naturally low and deep, which was intimidating.


    What he meant was that he wanted her to go back to the Hopkins family with him first. So did anyone


    have an issue with that?


    Donald was originally lecturing his unfilial daughter. When he heard this voice, he raised his head and


    red, feeling even more unhappy.


    He was lecturing his daughter, and did it have anything to do with this Patrick?


    Donald''s face darkened, and he deliberately ignored Patrick.


    He red at Christina angrily with a colder voice, "Who allows you to bring him back?"


    Christina had originally lowered her head to receive the lecturing. Seeing that her father was furious,


    she immediately nced at the man behind her and exined hurriedly, "Dad, it''s none of my


    business. He insisted oning himself."


    Christina was so honest and wouldn''t talk back after being scolded, and she was even in a hurry to get


    rid of him.


    Patrick looked a little displeased and controlled his anger and frustration.


    Donald suddenly felt at ease and was now in a much better mood.


    Betty closed the door and hurried in, trying to smooth things over, "Christina, have you had dinner yet?


    We have supper snacks at home..."


    "I''m not hungry. I had some soup in the Hopkins family," Christina replied truthfully.


    "It''s good that you''ve eaten. Your grandmother and I are still worried that you''lle back with an


    empty stomach," Betty looked at Donald with some resentment, "So is your father. He knows that you


    must be hungry and tired when you came back from Switzend, and he still insisted telling you on the


    phone you return to the Dickens family immediately..."


    Betty felt that Christina coulde back tomorrow and didn''t have to rush.


    "You said you experienced an avnche in Switzend. What happened? Did you and Crystal suffer or


    get hurt?"Betty pulled her over and roamed over her seriously.


    Hearing the avnche, Donald turned to look at her, and his eyes became serious.


    Christina looked calm and said, "We stayed in the hotel for a few days. There was an avnche in the


    back of the mountain. We were not involved." She was obviously lying, but she said it so naturally.


    Betty had watched her grow up and was not easily fooled. She then asked, "The news said that there


    are many tourists buried in the avnche."


    "Oh, those people ran outside and unfortunately were buried in an avnche..."


    Donald widened his eyes and snorted, "You didn''t run out with them?!" His tone was full of disbelief.


    Christina got nervous and did not blush at all. She promised, "No, Crystal and I have been staying in


    the hotel quietly waiting for help."


    Patrick looked not so calm and turned to her sideways.


    Probably feeling guilty, Christina quickly added, "Crystal and I are fine, but Patrick''s back was injured


    by knives."


    These words diverted the attention of Donald and Betty. They looked at Patrick in front of them. Patrick


    looked normal but was a little tired.


    "It''s a minor injury," Patrick then said in a low voice.


    "It''s good that everything is fine." Betty sighed and looked at the clock on the wall. It was gettingte in


    the early morning. She urged, "Christina, your room has been tidied up with clean sheets. Go and have


    a good sleep first..."


    Halfway through while speaking, Betty was a little embarrassed. She didn''t tidy up the guest room.


    Since the Dickens family didn''t hire servants, she bought fewer spare things. There were no more new


    sheets at home. Where would Patrick sleep tonight?


    "There are no guest rooms at home," Donald said in a cold voice, obviously driving Patrick away.


    He really wanted to send Patrick away.


    Christina looked at her father with bright eyes, and a wave of worship rose in her mind.


    Patrick looked at her expression and his handsome face darkened again. He was very determined


    when facing Donald, "She and I are husband and wife."


    This meant that the couple didn''t need any guest room because they slept on the same bed.


    Donald''s face darkened, "Here is the Dickens family."


    This meant that Donald had the final say here.


    "Christina,e here!" Donald was unhappy that his daughter was standing too close to Patrick.


    Ever since Donald was so irritated that he suffered a stroke, Christina had really be a filial


    daughter. She basically did not dare to disobey her father anymore. She then walked up to Donald.


    While passing by Patrick quickly, she did not forget to remind him in a low voice, "Don''t irritate my


    father."


    Patrick red at her and was furious.


    Seeing their confrontation, Betty came up with apromise, "Patrick, you can sleep in Christina''s


    room tonight."


    As soon as she said that, Donald looked at her with dissatisfaction. She quickly added, "Christina will


    sleep in the same room with me tonight. Will this be enough?"


    "Why did you let him sleep in my room?"


    Christina was half-dragged away by her aunt. She turned around and saw her father''s dark face. She


    muttered, "Just let Patrick go out and stay in a hotel by himself."


    "You still want to watch Patrick being driven away by your father and you are gloating, right?" Betty


    dragged her into her room and closed the door.


    "Last time Patrick came to the Dickens family to look for you, your father was cold and drove him away.


    N?velDrama.Org is the owner.


    He now stilles here again, and we can''t drive him away anymore. Look at Patrick''s status, can we


    just randomly drive him away?"


    Christina was surprised. If her father really kicked Patrick out of the door, it was hard to imagine his


    expression at that time.


    Perhaps it would be the first time Patrick was kicked out by someone.


    Thinking about it, Christina looked a little awkward and said in a strange tone, "He himself insists on


    Bettyughed out of anger, "At that time, your grandmother and I were worried that he would retaliate


    against us once he returned to the Hopkins family, but he didn''t do anything."


    In the past, she did have a prejudice against the Hopkins family and did not want Christina to have any


    contact with the people from the Hopkins family. But after so many things, she slowly came up with


    some other ideas.


    Betty suddenly asked her, "Christina, how is your rtionship with Patrick now?"


    Christina looked a littleplicated. She seemed to be thinking about something and did not answer.


    Betty stopped asking and found a new pillow and a new set of pajamas for her. She urged, "You must


    be very tired. Go to bed early. Don''t think your father and I don''t know that you must have suffered a lot


    in Switzend this time. Every time you caused trouble outside ande back home, you always lie


    cleverly."


    Christina looked guilty. She changed into her pajamas, went into bed, and fell asleep.


    It turned out that Christina was also a liar, and she could lie calmly. She obviously lied a lot.


    At this moment, Patrick walked into Christina''s boudoir and remembered how she had lied without


    making a preparation. He pursed his lips and chuckled angrily. In the past, he had always thought that


    Christina was not good at lying, so he really underestimated her.


    The style of Christina''s boudoir was very simple. The main color for decoration was light blue, and


    there were a desk, a wardrobe, and a bed. Very simple. Although it was not as big as the master


    bedroom of the Hopkins family, it was generally very spacious andfortable. She did not even put


    on a table for women''s makeup. Only a few skincare products were put in front of a mirror in the small


    bathroom of the suite.


    Patrick was in a good mood and looked around the room with some curiosity. At his age, he had always


    been calm and lost such curiosity. He also found a photo album in the drawer at the bottom of the desk.


    He sat on Christina''s bed and checked the photo album that recorded her childhood. Each photo was


    about her. There were photos of her as a newborn baby of 30 days, as a toddler who had just learned


    how to walk, and as a kindergarten student who went to the kindergarten for the first time, wearing a


    floral dress and two pigtails and smiling brightly...


    Christina looked like her mother and had been a beauty since she was a child. She was a little fat when


    she was a child. Her big ck eyes were bright and looked quite lovely. Besides, she was always very


    lively and energetic. These were also photos when she was angry when she was happy...


    Patrick''s eyes were fixed on the photos, and the corners of his lips unconsciously rose. Looking at the


    room she had lived in since she was a child, he suddenly felt that his heart was consumed with


    something. He could not tell how he felt like. Happiness was so simple.


    Putting the photo album by the bed, Patrick was really tired.


    Back then he had received news that she was trapped in Switzend. So he had been busy for a few


    days without resting to handle this. He then brought her back.


    "How did she dare say that she was still waiting for help in the hotel..." Hey on his side on her bed,


    took a deep breath, and muttered angrily.


    Patrick soon fell asleep. This bed in this strange woman''s room, which was probably the ce he most


    longed toe when he was young...