My billionaire husband spoils me too much

Chapter 117

"Are you waiting for your husband's call?"

Crystal looked at Christina and teased her, "You just ran away from home. Aren't you afraid that your

husband would look for you anxiously?"

"The driver sent me here." Christina said in an upset voice.

When Crystal heard what she said, she immediately became excited. "Are you actually waiting for Mark

to pick you up personally?"

Christina was a little dissatisfied with Crystal's words.

Christina glanced at her unhappily, and said "I'm in a blue mood". The implication was that Crystal

should stop saying things that upset her.

Crystal laughed fearlessly when she saw Christina's look.

"Seriously, I'm a little nervous when the big boss comes to visit my humble abode in person."

Crystal looked around her apartment seriously. "Is the place in a mess? Should I clean up..."

"Crystal, go to hell -"

Christina grabbed a SpongeBob SquarePants pillow from the sofa and threw it at Crystal. She was

getting annoyed, but Crystal, as her bestie, was gloating instead of comforting.

Crystal took the lovely pillow, suddenly said concernedly after thinking about it, "Christina, what will you

do if Mark really doesn't care about you?"

To Crystal, Patrick was a Prince Charming. And she thought it was irrational for Christina to argue with

him and run away from home.

Crystal thought, "So many women want to win Patrick's heart. Seriously, if he gets really angry and

leave poor Christina, she will definitely regret it."

"Christina, why don't throw in the towel?"

"Call Mark and admit your mistake. Don't be afraid of that. If you really can't do it, try to be nice. If you

miss the chance and he really ignores you, don't regret it."

Christina disdained her suggestion, quickly change the subject and said, "Crystal, your place is pretty

good."

Looking around the elegantly decorated apartment, Christina suddenly got up from the sofa and walked

towards the small bedroom across the street, looking at a 1.5 meter single bed.

"I've decided to stay in your humble abode."

"What?"

"Hey, Christina, those are my pajamas. You can't live with me. What if Mark comes to me?"

At the end of the sentence, Crystal yelled at the bathroom in despair, "Christina, if your husband

suspects me, remember to explain it to him. Don't get me into trouble!"

In the bathroom Christina was in a happy mood, bathing with Crystal's shower gel, completely ignoring

the wailing outside the door.

Crystal accused Christina of her shameless behavior, and thought, "Damn it, she is crazy."

How could the boss fall in love with this kind of woman...

"Christina, I'm just a corporate slave. I'm different from you!" Crystal put her face close to the door and

complained.

"After the shower, if he comes to pick you up, go with him!"

Crystal was wrong. But it wasn't Christina's fault, and Patrick didn't come to pick her up that night.

The next day was a weekend and Crystal did not have to go to work; if it were normal, she would have

slept in.

"Stop sleeping. It's already six o'clock. Get up and have breakfast. I'm hungry, as well as the baby in

my belly!"

The clear voice disturbed Crystal from sleeping.

Christina had developed the habit of getting up early in Hopkins Family and waking up naturally at

some point. Especially now that she was pregnant and in a bad mood, she got hungry easily.

Crystal looked haggard with dark circles.

Crystal looked up at the energetic woman beside the bed and said, "Lady, it's only six o'clock. I don't

get up so early. I want to sleep!" She pulled up the quilt and struggled to fall into sleep again.

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"You can eat it yourself. Why do you have to pull me up to eat with you? Christina, you crazy."

Crystal was annoyed and was still very sleepy. She seemed to be sleepwalking and in her dream she

was still eating meat buns.

"I'm used to having company."

Christina was a little blue. Patrick did get up very early and often came home in the early morning at

night. However, other than his business trip, no matter how early he got up, he would have breakfast

with her around 7:30 in the morning.

The breakfast used to be served at 5:00 a.m. because of Old Master Mr. Hopkins. Ever since she lived

in the Hopkinses, the time for breakfast had gradually changed to 7:30 a.m. The old man didn't

complain about it, and it was actually Patrick who changed the time to accommodate her needs.

"Christina, are you going back today?"

"It can't work out. There are bound to be arguments between couples. It's not right for you to run away

from home like this." Crystal kept on lecturing her.

Last night, they slept in a 1.5 meter bed. The bed was also originally large enough for two people to

sleep together, but Christina pushed Crystal to the bedside several times last night and almost rolled

down. Crystal thought she was used to sleeping in the 2 meter bed at hime and that was why she

sleeps badly

"Christina, you are very mobile when you sleep. Did Mark say that?"

Christina mumbled a word while she was eating noodles, "No."

Crystal was surprised and speechless. She thought it was hard for her boss to sleep in the same bed

with such a woman.

After breakfast, Christina actually diligently found some cleaning tools and said she was going to clean

the house.

It looked like Christina was going to live here for a long time, ready to fight a long battle against her

husband.

Crystal thought she would definitely get into trouble because of Christina.

"Christina, no matter what happens, we need to discuss it and everything will be solved!"

With a rarely serious expression, Crystal snatched the mop from her hand and dragged her to the small

living room to sit down.

"Did Patrick treat you badly?"

"He abused you?"

"He has an affair?"

Crystal asked eagerly, "Everyone says 'marrying rich is a step into the unfathomable depth'. Can't you

stand the rules there?"

"No."

Christina felt uncomfortable as she was scrutinized in this way.

"He won't let me know anything. I think..."

Crystal was surprised to hear her say that. "It's for your own good that Patrick doesn't let you know. We

can't understand how dark and complicated their world is. I'm telling you, I've seen enough of those

intrigues in the company. So sometimes, I really envy you for being able to not know anything."

"I don't want to!"

Christina frowned and lowered her eyes unhappily.

"Crystal, you know me. I'm not afraid of being hurt or suffering. I don't need him to protect me.

Likewise, I don't want to be a silly woman."

She paused. Clutching the phone in her right hand, she stared at the familiar number and said in an

insistent tone.

"If I knew everything, I would feel insecure. If one day he forgets to come to me, how would I find him?"