My billionaire husband spoils me too much

Chapter 105

"... She's my wife."

The person on the bed moved a little and his words made others silent.

"Patrick!"

The woman near the bedside reacted the most quickly. She approached him with a look of excitement

and surprise. "Patrick, you're awake."

"Inform Old Master Mr. Hopkins and the doctor immediately..."

The bodyguard outside was also very surprised, but he did as he was told without delay.

Christina stood at the end of the bed in a daze.

She looked at the man on the hospital bed. He had just woken up and his face was pale. He opened RêAd lat𝙚St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only

his eyes, which were misty, and raised his head slightly and fixed his eyes on her.

He did not speak again, but Christina's heart trembled. The look in his eyes... was not cold or

aggressive, but showed confusion and weakness.

"You are... Christina?" The woman standing by the bed looked a little embarrassed.

She looked straight at Christina and asked in a weird voice, "Are you Patrick's wife?"

She had long heard that Patrick had gotten his marriage license with a woman in the country, but there

was no wedding.

The woman, who was staring at Christina, somehow made her feel ill at ease.

"... Come here."

The man on the bed suddenly called out softly.

Christina looked at his pale face and frowned. She quickly walked over to the other side of the bed and

said, "Patrick, do you have a headache?"

"Are you hurt?"

Almost subconsciously, he followed her to the left and asked without answering.

"Patrick, you cannot move your body." The woman on the right was anxious to reach out and hold him

down.

Christina moved faster and immediately bent down to hold his shoulder. "Patrick, don't move," she said

awkwardly.

"Are you hurt?" he asked in a stubborn tone. He was already on his side, but he still stared at her.

He vaguely remembered the car accident, and she seemed to have cried in terror.

He was still staring at Christina. Somehow, there was tears in her eyes as she heared his low voice

which was familiar to her.

"Patrick, I'm worried about you."

She choked on her words and couldn't help but cry. "Hurry up and get better. I'm worried about you. I

don't know what to do. I can't help you..."

A glistening tear fell, and his eyes gradually cleared up. He looked up at her who was sobbing, and he

was slightly startled, somewhat surprised.

For a moment, even Patrick did not know what to say. He stared blankly at her tears falling on his

bedsheets. She seldom cried.

The woman on the other side looked at them in shock. She then looked down and then subconsciously

took a step back.

She was extra here.

"Patrick, I'm going to find the doctor," she said softly before stepping away.

Patrick did not say anything to her, not a word. When she walked out of the room, she only heard him

mutter helplessly.

"She cries more often now..."

The woman paused and turned to look at the hospital bed.

"He really seemed to care about her..."

Just as she turned her head, she bumped into another man at the door of the ward. The other man

sounded a little anxious. "Barbara, did you see a woman..."

"Christina!"

Charles glanced into the ward, found the familiar figure, and roared angrily.

He was so angry that he strode in. "Christina, you're so bold. You kidnapped a nurse. I really want to..."

"What happened to her?"

The man on the bed frowned. He had just woken up and his voice was a little hoarse.

Charles froze and stared at the man in the hospital bed for a second. He suddenly became agitated.

"Patrick, you're awake!"

"Christina, did you come and wake up Patrick?"

Charles was very excited. He didn't want to blame anyone. He was just shocked.

Christina blushed and quickly turned around to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

She didn't know since when she had cried easily. 'Damn it, why did I become so sentimental?'

'Now Charles saw me crying, he will laugh at me.'

Patrick looked at her, who was embarrassed, and laughed out.

Charles raised his eyebrows and looked at them. He could still smile. The woman standing beside him

had complicated emotions in her eyes. Patrick touched Charles casually with his elbow. "She is..."

"The one with the watch." Charles snorted.

Barbara was silent, and a bitter smile appeared on her lips. "It's really her."

Charles could not help but complain, "I really don't know why Patrick would like her. She is just a

troublemaker!"

Soon the doctor and nurse rushed in and saw that the man on the bed had woken up. They asked with

happy smiles, "Mr. Hopkins, how are you feeling?"

Patrick cooperated with the doctor, and his head was still a little dizzy, but there was no sharp pain. The

wound on his body was bandaged, and his consciousness had recovered.

The attending doctor thought he was really getting better, and he said, "Mr. Hopkins, the wound on your

forehead has been bandaged. For the next week, you must not get it with water. There's also a fracture

in your right shoulder blade, so you can't lift weights for the next three months. It's about your brain..."

"Got it. Get out."

Patrick suddenly interrupted the doctor with a cold voice.

The attending doctor did not dare to continue when seeing at his warning eyes.

"What's wrong? Is there a problem?"

Barbara noticed something unusual carefully.

"Mr. Hopkins just woke up. Please be careful about him. It's not good for him to get out of bed for the

time being." The doctor only said some normal things, then he turned to look at the other medical staff,

and quickly left the ward.

Barbara was very capable. She frowned slightly and was about to catch up with the doctor when

Charles reached out and grabbed her.

Charles didn't say anything, but his meaning was clear. He didn't want her to ask more.

There was a strange silence in the ward, and Christina's eyes were fixed on the door. The doctor just

said about Patrick's brain...

"I'm thirsty."

The low voice was a little hoarse.

Barbara stepped forward almost reflexively, and Charles looked at her. Soon, she realized something

wrong and there was some embarrassment on her face.

"The doctor said you can't sit up." Christina was standing by Patrick's bed, holding half a cup of warm

water. When she saw that he was about to get up, she immediately stopped him.

"Patrick, don't move. I'll think about it..."

She was afraid that this man would ignore the doctor's advice. She looked down at the cup in her hand

and was worried about how to give it to him.

"You want to feed me?"

The man on the bed leisurely dropped a sentence.

At that moment, several people were staring at Christina, as if they were surprised but also looking

forward to it...

"I, I'll go find a straw."

Christina didn't want to do that. The man had just woken up and was about to make things difficult for

her. Now her ears were red. She put the cup on the counter and ran out.

"Christina, how dare you run away!"