Chapter 549


    Chandler suddenly came to the Hopkins family and said that there was something important, Originally,


    Christina had nned to lean over to listen without taking care of her cute baby, but Patrick didn’t want


    Christina to hear the conversation.


    Patrick always kept her from knowing too much. “The more you know, the more upset you will have.”


    Nanny Faang exined to her in a low voice.


    Christina didn’t insist after thinking about it for a while.


    Anyway, Christina would be confused even if she listened to them.


    Thest time, Christina had had lunch with a few socialites, and the women spoke with heavy irony that


    Christina knew too little and warned her to maintain her position. Christina didn’t care about it. Knowing


    too much would only increase her annoyance. As a result, she just needed to live a happy life.


    It was not until nearly 11 o’clock in the evening that Chandler left the Hopkins family.


    The two men had been talking in the study without having dinner, while Christina fell asleep at 9: 30.


    Recently, she lived a tranquil life, going to bed and getting up early.


    The bedsidemp was on. Patrick walked inside very gently and took the shower first. Then, he came


    out in a navy blue bathrobe and sat by the bed.


    The woman was having a sound sleep, stretching her hands and leaving no space for Patrick. She also


    kicked his pillow onto the nket under the bed.


    Watching the woman sleeping well for a while, Patrick pinched her nose.


    “What are you doing!”


    Christina was woken up and she grunted.


    It wasn’t the first time that Patrick had annoyed Christina when she fell asleep. Seeing the man,


    Christina turned over, hugged his thighs with both hands, and got closer. “You, don’t bother me.” She


    mumbled in a daze.


    Patrick looked at his wife with amusement.


    He smoothed her long ck hair with hisrge hand. At first, he just wanted to tease Christina. “Stop.


    I’m having my period. Stop, don’t do it…”


    Christina misunderstood the man and even pped him twice.


    Looking at her fair and beautiful side face, the man became hungry for her with his body hot and heart


    pounding. Asleep, Christina was really fascinating and lovely.


    Thinking of it, the man had to take a cold shower.


    However, the woamn was immersed in the sound sleep.


    “… What story did you tell our son today?” He didn’t want to let her off.


    “I want to sleep.”


    She pushed his chest, asking the man not to bother her.


    With his hand into her pajamas, Patrick stroked her smooth skin and said. “I can’t fall asleep now. It has


    been provided that you are obliged to tell me a story.”


    Patrick’s hand tickled Christina who was not afraid of being beaten but tickled.


    Losing her temper, she bit his thigh and said, “I’ve told you that I’m having a period.”


    05


    Patrick was used to her sharp teeth.


    Once, when he went swimming with his friends, Charles asked in surprise if he was infected with a


    certain skin disease or bruised after noticing the red mark on Patrick’s thigh. Patrick was timid to tell


    them that it was his wife’s routine work.


    Gazing at the back of her head on hisp, the man said softly, “Will you tell a story, or shall I do


    something else?”


    Frowning, Christinay motionless,


    What a despicable and shameless man!


    Patrick always gave her two choices, just like the way Christina coaxed her child, threatening and


    enticing.


    Since the man was her biggest support, Christina had to be obedient, especially at night.


    “… Come on, lie down.”


    “Patrick, you’re great that you work so hard every day to support us.”


    “You have to support me and the baby,” Christina said. Indeed, it was Patrick who provided them with


    such a happy life.


    Christina got up, served Patrick well, even considerately covering him with a quilt.


    After a while, she added, “No, everyone in the Hopkins family depends on you. You must work hard, or


    we’ll have no food.”


    Cooperative, the many t. Served well, he turned over and said, “My shoulders are sore.”


    Christina red at the back of his head. The man woke her up from her sound sleep. Now, the man put


    forward arge number of requests.


    “If your husband is sick, how can he make enough money to support you?”


    Knowing that she was reluctant, the man spoke slowly.


    “Patrick, you really work too hard.” Christina was aware that she’d better be obedient.


    Therefore, she worked hard to massage his shoulder.


    After thinking for a while, she asked, “Patrick, what do you think about me having a job to make some


    money?”


    Patrick, who was lying on the bed, pretended not to hear.


    Christina pushed the man again.


    However, the man remained silent.


    “Chandler talked with me about Crystal.” After a short time, Patrick changed the subject. At first, the


    man hadn’t intended to tell her, but he was unwilling that Christina would go out to work.


    As expected, hearing about Crystal, she forgot to talk about her work. “What did Chandler say? How is


    Crystal now? What cooking school is she at in France?”


    Christina massaged his shoulders hard.


    Christina would never make progress in doing the housework or massage service.


    “Crystal didn’t initiatively do the abortion.” Patrick was reluctant to say more.


    Christina was in a daze. Aftering to her senses, she got really excited. “So what? Did someone


    hurt her?” Lying t, Patrick was like a fish on a brick, more pained because of the pinch.


    “Not yet.”


    The man’s response was always formic.


    Irritated, she grabbed his nightgown, pushed him over, and stared at him. “Make it clear!”


    Patrick was lying t, while Christina was sitting. At this time, she looked down at him from above, a


    little imposing


    Familiar with her character, Patrick was clear that she would never give up asking him tonight without


    getting his exnation.


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    “Crystal didn’t sign up for cooking in France. Instead, she lives in the old district of Paris with three


    other women. Currently, she works as a cook in a traditional French restaurant.”


    “She rents with someone else? Who?” Christina was surprised. She had thought that Crystal was to


    learn to cook and had prepared everything well.


    Crystal didn’t seem to have any friends in France. Besides, it was a little dangerous to rent with


    strangers.


    “Someone she met online.”


    “Are those people good-tempered?”


    “I don’t know.”


    “Hey, you know nothing at all!” Christina hit him on the head.


    Patrick was calm. Perhaps it was because he had been used to being abused.


    “Crystal is kind, if she shares a room with those selfish and powerful people, she will definitely be


    bullied.”


    Christina was so worried that she began to me Chandler. “It was Chandler’s fault. Didn’t he give


    Crystal alimony after divorcing. Why did Crystal rent with others?”


    Hearing it, Patrick frowned slightly.


    His wife always worried about those outsiders, including Crystal and Derek.


    The woman muttered to herself, “But I met some friends on the Inte as well. They’re fine.”


    “… Aizen was named Octopus with Seven Legs. She said that she lived alone in a big city and she


    was so poor, so she ate one of her legs.”


    Inspired, Christina started to talk about a fewizens met online.


    “… Anotherizen had two smart dogs at home, a big golden retriever and a corgi. She asked the


    corgi to lie on the floor and pretend to be dead.”


    Patrick raised his eyebrows, wondering how Christina met these strange people online.


    Christina continued introducing excitedly, “The big golden retriever squatted behind the corgi and had


    white sheets on the corgi’s head, added with a card on his neck…”


    “The card was written ‘Sell Myself to Bury My Father’,” then Christina burst intoughter.


    Seeing Christina’s happy look, Patrick moved up the corners of his mouth. No wonder she wanted to


    give birth to the twins, and it seemed that her son was regarded as a dog.


    “… Who are they?” Patrick asked her seriously.


    Like Patrick, Christina pretended not to hear him.


    Checking the clock, Christina found it was 1 a.m. She really wanted to sleep.


    “You must make it clear to me about Crystal tomorrow night.”


    Then, shey on the bed as well. Before falling asleep, she told him to ask his men for help so that


    what had happened could be figured out tomorrow night.


    After that, she fell asleep calmly, breathing evenly.


    Patrick leaned over and gazed at herfortable sleeping face. “Christina, you haven’t told me a story


    yet.” The man really wanted to wake her up.