Chapter 409


    Christina went home drenched.


    Her clothes and long hair were wet through, but she didn''t care about it. Betty opened the door for


    them, and saw Christina in such a mess. "Auntie, I''m hungry," Christina said.


    Betty felt helpless.


    She nced at Patrick, who was standing beside Christina, putting away a small umbre. He stood


    straight as he always did, but now he didn''t seem as cold as he used to be. Betty sensed that there


    was more tenderness on his handsome face. Strangely, Patrick was not drenched.


    "Your father and grandmother went home early from the hospital. He''ll definitelyin if he sees


    you in such a mess."


    Betty grumbled at Christina.


    Actually, getting wet was not a big deal, especially for her niece who always hurt herself before. Maybe


    Christina just wanted to bathe in the rain.


    "Stay here." Betty then hurried to get a clean towel.


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    "Okay."


    Christina stood at the door. Water was dripping down her body, and her long ck hair was sticking to


    her fair face. She was like Sadako.


    "Patrick, go in." She turned to look at the man beside her. There were beads of rain on her long


    eyshes, and her clear eyes were pure and beautiful.


    But Patrick did not move. He looked at her affectionately, and gently stroked her hair sticking to her


    cheeks with his big palm.


    "Do I look like a ghost now?" She smiled.


    Patrick, who had always been cold, chuckled. Without saying anything, he smoothed her hair back.


    He looked at her quietly, his eyes focused and gentle.


    Christina felt a little awkward. She turned her face slightly and subconsciously took a step back.


    However, Patrick pulled her back quickly, carried her tightly in his arms, lowered his head, and kissed


    her.


    His lips were hot and he kissed hard.


    Christina was drenched in the rain, and her cheeks was a little cold. Now, Patrick suddenly kissed her,


    and she could clearly feel his burning body.


    Her mind went nk for a moment and didn''t wrench herself free until she saw Bettying over with


    a big towel. Christina blushed and immediately pushed him away.


    Oh, how embarrassing.


    Betty was very surprised. She knew that they wouldn''t break off all rtions when she saw Patrick went


    back to the Dickens family with Christina, but he was a cold and rational man. It was unlikely that he


    couldn''t control his surge of love and desire like normal young people.


    Being stared by her aunt with meaningful eyes, Christina really wanted to escape from home. Her


    family had quite conservative views, but she and Patrick were so bold just now.


    Christina reached for the big towel, wrapped it around her head, and rubbed her hair. "I''ll go back to my


    room first." She gabbled and ran into the house.


    Achoo.


    She went back to her room to take a hot bath and stayed there for two hours before she dawdled


    downstairs. She felt an itch in her nose and sneezed.


    "You''re already a mother but still can''t take care of yourself." Downstairs, Donald sat in the living room,


    nning to teach Christina a lesson.


    Other girls were obedient, quiet, and decent, but Christina was always so casual. Donald really


    regretted allowing her grandfather to indulge her when she was a child.


    Christina sat on the sofa opposite her father and said seriously, "Dad, it''s incredible that I have two


    kids."


    "Why?"


    Donald snorted angrily, looked at Patrick who had been silent, and raised his tone coldly. "Things would


    be easier if you were not the father." Donald said with sarcasm. Obviously, he was still angry with


    Patrick.


    If Patrick was not the kids'' father, Donald would chase him out immediately.


    Christina was confused why her father was angry, so she exined, "I mean I feel a little uneasy to be


    a mother."


    Women always had this kind of feeling. Christina felt she was a student yesterday, but suddenly, she


    had been a mother.


    "Humph, you are always imagining." Donald red at her.


    "Dinner''s ready."


    Betty took out thest pot of soup from the kitchen and shouted towards the living room.


    "Just grab a little to eat. We''ll go out for dinner tonight." It was a typical home-cooking meal, with three


    dishes and a soup.


    Originally, Betty wanted to go to the market to buy more ingredients, but she dyed because she took


    Patrick''s shirt to the cleaner, and it was already raining heavily before she went to the market. Besides,


    she received a call and was informed that Donald and Mrs. Dickens came back earlier, so she also


    hurried home.


    They sat at the round table, unlike the long one in the Hopkins family. Although it was smaller, it made


    the family atmosphere warmer.


    "Forgive me for the in cooking. Have more."


    Mrs. Dickens sat in the middle and greeted Patrick politely.


    Patrick nodded at her and then started eating as gracefully as usual.


    Patrick was well trained about the table etiquette by the Hopkins family, but the woman next to him was


    different. Christina stared at her bowl and did not eat.


    Donald red at her. "What are you doing? Eat." In contrast, Patrick was much better-mannered than


    her.


    "Didn''t you just say you were hungry?" Betty urged.


    She looked up. "After I took a hot bath, I don''t feel hungry anymore."


    Betty looked at her helplessly. "Do you want some noodles? There''s some beef in the fridge."


    Christina was about to say yes, but her father interpreted unhappily, "Don''t spoil her."


    "Can''t your daughter have a good meal when she''s home?" Mrs. Dickens said and motioned for Betty


    to cook beef noodles.


    "Cook it yourself." Donald had always been strict with Christina.


    Betty stood up. "Donald, do you want to destroy my kitchen? How could you let Christina cook?" She


    giggled.


    Everyone knew very well that Christina was a bad cook. It took Betty a lot of time to clean up the


    kitchen after Christina cooked.


    "If you didn''t indulge her, how could she fail to cook noodles at such an age?"


    Christina retorted recklessly, "Dad, I can cook noodles." But it tasted bad.


    "Shut up." Donald was furious.


    Hearing them criticising Christina, Patrick remained silent. He did not have much affection or disgust for


    the Dickens family, but their conversation at the dinner table was quite harmonious, at least Patrick felt


    morefortable now.


    In the end, Betty cooked a bowl of beef noodle. Though it looked good, smelled good, and tasted good,


    Christina had no appetite. She drank some soup and ate a little, leaving more than half of the bowl full


    even with beef, and she was inevitably taught another lesson by her father for this.


    The drizzle outside had gradually stopped.


    In the afternoon, Mrs. Dickens and Christina chatted in the living room, but Christina felt a little dizzy


    maybe because she had a cold. She answered every question her grandmother asked.


    "Christina, how are you and Patrick now?" Mrs. Dickens asked her in a low, mysterious voice.


    If Christina was with any other men, she would ask him directly if there were any questions, but now


    Christina was with Patrick Hopkins, who couldn''t be treated casually, so Mrs. Dickens asked Christina.


    Christina was in a daze. She didn''t answer Mrs. Dickens‘ question, and her voice was a little weak.


    "How''s Patrick... Patrick is not picky about food."


    Mrs. Dickens looked at tired Christina. "Have a nap in your room. You didn''t eat much in lunch, and


    your aunt said that we would go out for dinner tonight. We''ll go to your favourite restaurant."


    "Fine." She looked a little dull.


    Christina slowly went back to her room. Shey down, covered herself with the quilt, and quickly fell


    into a deep sleep.


    She let Patrick stay in her room, and now Patrick went in but saw her on the big bed.


    He approached slowly towards the bed, staring at her. Half of her face was buried in the pillow, and her


    long hair was disheveled. She was wrapped tightly in the quilt and stretched her legsfortably. She


    didn''t look like a girl born in a rich family.


    It was a single bed, and Christina upied more than half of it. Patrick did not want to disturb her, so


    he sat quietly by the edge of the bed and looked at her. She looked very obedient when she fell asleep.


    At 6 pm, when Betty went upstairs to wake Christina up, she surprisedly found Patrick sitting by


    Christina''s bed. He did not doing anything inappropriate, but looked at her quietly.


    Betty coughed and walked in. "Christina, get up. We''re going out for dinner."


    "... I''m not hungry. I''m not going."


    She clutched the soft bed and refused to move.


    "I''ve already reserved a table. Hurry up." Betty knew well that Christina always stay in bed even she


    had waken up, and she had to make her get up masterfully.


    Christina slept drowsily with her eyes closed. She rolled over and covered her head with the quilt, "I


    don''t want to..."


    "Sleep after we have dinner. Or your father will be angry." Bettyined and went to pull Christina''s


    quilt.


    Patrick stood up and said, "Stay quiet."


    Betty was shocked and turned to look at him.


    Patrick still looked indifferent. He nced at her, as if he was saying, "Let Christina sleep if she wants


    to."


    Betty sighed, "She''s always like this, sleepingte... She almost didn''t eat at noon, and should eat


    more in supper. She''s ten pounds thinner than before."


    Although Betty was only Christina''s aunt, she loved Christina very much, especially when Betty saw


    her suffer from postpartum depression partly because of Betty''s fault. Since that, Christina had lost a lot


    of weight, so Betty had always wanted her to have more.


    The solution was easy. "We can pack for her," Patrick said.


    Seeing that Patrick was firm, Betty gave up waking Christina up, but felt helpless because Donald


    would definitely say that they were spoiling Christina again.


    "Christina, what do you want to eat? We''ll pack it for you."


    Betty asked softly, but Christina didn''t answer as if she slept deeply, and even her breathing had


    be very low.


    Helplessly, Betty bent over and approached Christina. "We''ll go to your favourite restaurant. Do you


    want pies, pasta, or pizzas?"


    "Christina? Wake up."


    Betty sensed something wrong, but Patrick moved even faster. He took a big step forward to touch


    Christina''s forehead in a hurry. He frowned.


    Christina had a fever.