My billionaire husband spoils me too much

Chapter 77

Christina looked at them suspiciously. Since they didn't want to say anything, she didn't continue to

ask.

"Grandpa, I want to go back to my old apartment and pack something up."

"Be careful."

Although Mr. Hopkins pulled a long face all day, he was not as cold and domineering as the rumors. He

was more open and easy to get along with than his grandson.

"Got it."

She answered and followed the driver out.

Yesterday, when she talked to her aunt on the phone and mentioned the past, Christina remembered

that her little wooden box had disappeared. There were so many things that happened in the past few

months and she was not sure where she left it.

The car was moving steadily and rapidly. In a moment of thought, Christina turned to look out of the

window and found that they had arrived at the old house she used to live in.

"I want to stay in the apartment for half a day. You go back first. I'll call you if anything comes up and

then you come to pick me up." As she spoke, she opened the car door and walked out.

"All right. Ma'am, take care."

The driver nodded at her and did not dare to accompany her forcefully. He stepped on the gas and left

quickly.

Christina walked into the dilapidated apartment. Without an elevator, she could only climb the stairs

step by step. She took the key out of her bag and wondered where her little wooden box was...

"Miss Dickens, you're here."

A man came out of the opposite door and greeted her with a smile.

Christina didn't know him and he looked like a new resident. She replied politely, "Hello." She took out

the key to open the door of her apartment and walked in.

When the door was closed, Christina suddenly realized something, 'How does he know my surname is

Dickens?'

Out of curiosity, Christina lay prone on the door. From the peephole above the door, she could see that

the other party had locked the door and gone downstairs. She didn't think much about it. Anyway, she

would return to the Hopkins Family in the afternoon.

After rummaging through the small apartment twice, she still couldn't find her small wooden box. NôvelDrama.Org holds © this.

"Could it be left in the Hampton Family..."

Feeling a little depressed, she looked up at the electronic clock on the wall. It was almost noon.

She packed up and stuffed back the clothes which were in a mess as she rummaged through them.

Thinking about it, she felt a little awkward going to the Hampton Family to get her little wooden box.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Christina was startled and hurried out of the small bedroom.

However, before she could go forward, the door had already been opened with a click.

Who had the key...

"What are you doing here?"

Christina looked at the person in front of her warily and puzzledly, especially when she saw that he was

carrying a large bag of fresh ingredients in his right hand.

"I bought some food and came to cook for you."

He seemed to be in a good mood, and his tone sounded very natural. As he spoke, he walked towards

the kitchen.

"Cory!"

Christina shouted at him in a voice of complicated emotions and quickly followed him.

He was really strange today. He was dressed in casual clothes which outlined his tall and thin figure.

His handsome face had no angry and decadence he had yesterday. He turned on the tap in the small

kitchen and washed vegetables seriously.

"What exactly do you want to do?"

Christina stood behind him, a little afraid to approach him.

He didn't seem to hear her question, and his expression was calm. He looked down at his expensive

Patek Philippe watch and whispered, "It's almost 12 o'clock. Christina, wait for me for a while. I'll be

quick..." His voice was light. It was as if cooking was his usual hobby.

But Christina knew that this Young Master, Cory, never had the habit of cooking.

"What's wrong with you?"

She couldn't help but step forward and snatch the big shopping bag from his hand.

"Christina, I know you don't like eggs..." He still had a smile on his face, and he said slowly. It sounded

like he was trying to coax her. "I bought a lot of things you like to eat today. Give me these ingredients.

You can just wait outside."

Christina stood beside him with a look of astonishment. 'What happened to him?'

She looked at a ferocious Australian lobster on the table which was struggling hard. Cory didn't know

how to cook at all. He was a little confused, and his fingers were bleeding as his fingers were stabbed

by the hard shell of the lobster.

"Cory, stop messing around!"

Christina couldn't bear to see this. She grabbed the big kitchen knife and cut the poor lobster into

pieces.

Yes, she didn't know how to cook either. So the last time when she saw Patrick fry soft-shelled crabs

for her, she was very surprised.

Cory looked a little embarrassed. "Christina, I heard from your aunt that you like men who can cook. I

can..."

She looked at him and found that he had a fawning expression on his face.

If he had said these things to her when they just got married, she would have been very touched.

"Cory, I know you feel bad about being tricked by Patrick, but it's too late..." She didn't want to get

involved with him anymore.

"Christina, do you want this lobster steamed or stir-fried?" He continued to work and asked patiently as

if he had not heard her at all.

Christina looked at his pretense. She saw his clumsy movements as he tried to hold pots and plates...

"I don't eat seafood when I'm pregnant." She suddenly raised her voice and said.

At this moment, the smile on Cory's face froze completely.

Pregnant.

Pregnant with Patrick's child.

As if he could no longer pretend, he held back his anger and shouted angrily, "If Patrick didn't get in the

way, we would be a very good couple..."

"Enough!"

Christina couldn't stand him. She grabbed his arm quickly and dragged him out the door. "Cory, don't

go crazy here. Get out!"

She was so angry that she slammed the door and locked it.

The sound of banging came from the old iron door.

The man on the other side of the door screamed out like he was out of control but occasionally, he

would soften his voice. "Christina, I'm not messing around anymore. I listen to you. Whatever you like, I

can change... We were husband and wife!" In the end, he could not suppress his anger and

unwillingness.

Christina ignored him and looked at the shaking iron door, feeling very upset.

The things that Patrick did, and Cory, Carrie, and the rest... She didn't want to talk to them anymore.

Christina went into the kitchen to clean up and threw the big bag of ingredients into the trash can.

Cory's annoying voice still rang in her ears.

He probably had to pester her when she went out. Although she was usually fierce, she hated the

softness deep in her heart the most.

She flipped through the bag of ingredients expressionlessly, picked out some vegetables and beef, and

decided to make her own lunch.

She remembered that there were some instant noodles at home. She threw them into the pot and

boiled beef noodles. Although the beef was hard to chew and the vegetables became a little yellow,

she had to eat them. After Cory left, she would go out.

"Sure enough, I should find a cook to be my husband." As she chewed on the horrible beef, she sighed

with emotions.

She had this realization a long time ago, so her birthday wishes in her third year of high school were to

ask God to give her a man who could cook well and be obedient.

But then she didn't know who took the wish card. Christina thought that maybe some unscrupulous

person got and ruined her wish card, so her wish didn't come true.

It had been a long time since the last time she came back to this small and dilapidated apartment.

Hopkins Family was too big and luxurious. Returning back to here gave her a sense of relaxation and

security.

After eating, she cleaned up and went back to her little room, preparing to lie down for a while.

Gradually, she became sleepy. By the time she woke up, it was almost sunset.

"Oh no." She promised the old man that she would return by six.

She quickly got up from the bed, tidied up her clothes, grabbed her bag, opened the door, and walked

out.

But as soon as she opened the door, she smelled a strong smell of alcohol. The lights on the stairs of

the old apartment had been out for a long time, and the light was a little dim at sunset, but she could

clearly recognize the man sitting on the stairs.

"Cory!"

She called out to him with a complicated look on her face.

There were at least eight empty beer bottles at his feet. He didn't take his image seriously at all, and he

sat on the dirty ground. He leaned against the rusty staircase railing, grabbing the beer bottle.

"Christina..."

When he heard the voice, he turned to look at her and forced out a smile.

"Christina, you, you're finally out." His words were intermittent, and it was obvious that he had drunk too

much.

Christina became gloomy with anger. "What are you doing here?"

"I don't know where to go."

When she yelled at him, he seemed to have sobered up. He had s strong smell of alcohol all over his

body and he mumbled, "My mother and Carrie are very annoying. I, I don't want to go back..."

"Christina, I don't even know where I shall go. Where do you think I should go..." He kept talking as he

was drunk.

As Cory spoke, he slowly straightened himself with his right hand on the rusty staircase railing, but his

feet were unsteady, and the leather shoes kicked at the empty bottles at his feet, causing the bottles to

fall down and the glasses were shattered on the floor of the stairs.

"Cory, be careful..."

When Christina saw this, she immediately stepped forward to help him. She wanted to scold him, but

she couldn't bear it. She shouted at him in a bad mood, "Go back. Your family is worried about you."

"I'm not going back to the Hampton Family!" He retorted angrily.

He drank too much, and his body was so heavy. He leaned against Christina. She just wanted to help

him to the side, but Cory put his arms around her and refused to let go of her.

He hiccupped and his voice grew angrier. "It is Patrick who causes all the trouble. He causes us to

divorce... Christina, can we start over?"

"Cory, we can't! Sober up!"

Christina wanted to slap him angrily. Seeing that he was so drunk and he lost his composure, she

endured. She reached into her coat pocket with her right hand and took out her cell phone.

She wanted to call the Hampton Family and ask Laurie to get Cory back so that she won't be blamed

for any accidents.

"Christina, you like Patrick, don't you?"

"How can you like him?"

Cory seemed to have been angered by something. He grabbed her cell phone and threw it to the floor

as hard as he could.

"You think he's the eldest grandson of Hopkins Family, so you look down on me!"

He became more and more agitated. His hands clasped tightly around her shoulders and he shook her

shoulders violently. He roared in anger, "You know he was the one who saved you on that high school

graduation trip, so you fell in love with him wholeheartedly, right?"

"You can't fall in love with him. No! No way!"

Christina was stunned.

She sensed his anger, the smell of alcohol, and his words...

Patrick. It was Patrick who saved her that time...

She was stunned, and she felt confused and complicated. Her feelings were indescribable. She

mumbled in a daze, "Did he save me?"

Cory flushed after drinking too much. Seeing that she had no reaction, he nervously straightened her

face with both hands and forced her to look at him.

He said agitatedly, "Christina, listen to me. He must have sent someone to harm you when you were

held hostage by the mountain bandits during your high school trip... He deliberately created an illusion.

Patrick made it all the way through..."

Christina did not speak and looked directly at Cory, her mind totally in a mess.

"Christina, that's all fake! You don't know him. No one knows him. What kind of person is Patrick? He is

ruthless..."

"Then what kind of man do you think I am?" Suddenly, a deep voice came from the stairs.