My billionaire husband spoils me too much

Chapter 808

Christina's look suddenly turned serious, indicating that she had something urgent to do and she had to

go back to the Hopkins family's house in A City immediately.

The Dickens family had wanted to keep her for a few more days, but Christina was extremely

determined. "Didn't you agree to stay for a few more days? Why are you in such a hurry to go back with

Lucy? Is there something wrong with the Hopkins family?"

Betty was a little disappointed. She had prepared the dishes for several days. Donald was upset and

he thought unhappily that his daughter was married to someone else's family. There were always quiet

in the Dickens family.

"Are the twins not feeling well?" Senior Mrs. Dickens thought of the babies immediately.

"Actually, it's nothing." Christina lowered her head and looked very upset. Her voice was as soft as a

mosquito. "It's Patrick..."

"I didn't tell him before I came over this time. He might be angry."

The elders of her family were a little confused by her words. When did she worry that others would be

angry? Seeing her so disappointed, they were all worried. They thought to themselves, had Patrick

bullied her?

"Next time I'll bring the children back to visit you."

She was very anxious. She quickly packed her things and rushed out.

Getting into a taxi and she went straight to the airport. However, when she arrived at the airport, she

found out that Lucy had booked her a flight for tomorrow morning. Seeing the crowd at the airport, she

suddenly felt lost and didn't know where to go.

With a deep sigh, she sat in the waiting hall all night.

Lucy must have played a trick on her.

She gradually calmed down when she saw the hurried pace of the people from all walks of life.

This afternoon, she took Lucy to visit the scenic spots in C City, passing by the former campus. She did

not expect that Lucy was more familiar with the road than she was. She was extremely surprised at the

things that Lucy told her.

She had been thinking over that all night.

Until the sky turned white, she stood up again and found that her legs were numb. She seemed to be in

a mess after staying up all night, and she went to line up to board the plane dizzily.

When she arrived in A City, the driver asked her where she was going. She took out her phone and

found it was out of battery. She looked up to see the sun. The sunshine made her face pale and she

felt dizzy since she didn't sleep last night.

She went to the IP&G group. She rarely came here. It was almost noon, and the office workers were

ready to leave for lunch.

"Miss, may I help you?"

The manager of the lobby passed by and saw her sitting alone on the sofa looking in the direction of

the elevator, so he came over and asked.

"Wait for someone."

She had no desire to talk to anyone and dropped a sentence faintly.

"Miss, who are you waiting for? Do you have an appointment?" The manager was very eager.

She opened her mouth and hesitated. For some reason, she felt depressed again, as if she was

frustrated and looked a little annoyed. "leave me alone!"

The manager was shocked and then asked half-jokingly, "Miss, you shouldn't have come to our

company for an interview, right?"

"No."

She hugged her backpack with both hands and lowered her head, not knowing what she was thinking.

When the manager saw that she was ignoring him, he raised his eyebrows and thought to himself that

he would count her lucky. If she came for an interview, he would brush her off with sarcasm. Looking at

her clothes and depressed expression, she should be the abandoned mistress of a company executive.

Christina rarely came here. It was normal for the employees here not to know her. Even if she attended

a banquet, very few people would associate her with Patrick. What was more, Patrick also hardly

brought her to banquets.

At 11: 30 a.m., at the elevator entrance, employees went downstairs with smiles on their faces. They Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

were dressed brightly and went out to the restaurant to have lunch in groups. It was already 1 p.m. and

she still didn't see Patrick.

Wasn't he at work today?

"Mr. Shepherd."

The receptionist at the company called out sweetly. Christina looked up. Charles, who was carrying a

large bag of takeout lunch, thought he might have an illusion. He stared at her for a few minutes before

saying hesitatingly, "Christina, why are you sitting here?"

"Didn't you stand Patrick up and run back to your own family alone? Why are you here?"

"Hey, hey, Were you being dull?"

Seeing that she did not respond, Charles waved his hand in front of her, feeling that she was a little too

'quiet' today.

He whispered in her ear, "Did your annoying brother, Raphael, do something wrong again? Ouch, he's

not possessed by a god, is he?"

Christina glared at him angrily, even a block of wood would be irritated by his words and started to

speak. "I really don't understand why Patrick made friends with you."

"It's his honor that your husband has such a loyal friend like me. You don't know how old-fashioned

Patrick has been since he was a child."

Charles also raised his hand and showed a big bag of lunch. This time, he even sent food especially for

him.

He thought that Christina would talk back but she looked at him and the lunch in his hand with a

strange expression and actually being very quiet again. Charles suddenly felt something was wrong.

In Charles's experience, he had never won the quarrel with Christina. If he accidentally won once, it

meant there would be something bad that happened to him.

"Hey, Charles, do you think it's strange for Patrick to find someone like us?" She was thinking about

many things for a whole day and asked him suddenly.

"What do you mean?" Charles consciously took two steps back.

Christina, who had always been confident, suddenly stammered, "It's Patrick. Why did he do that?"

"He doesn't have to do that."

"I don't know..."

It was rare for Christina to be so confusing. She was too embarrassed to tell him about what Lucy had

told her about Patrick at school.

Charles did not understand what she was saying intermittently, but one thing was certain. She was not

happy, which meant that if Patrick saw it, he might be in trouble.

"Christina!"

Charles roared at her fiercely, interrupted her contemplation, and then said righteously.

"It's better to make things clear in person if there's any problem between you. You'd better go up to the

top floor with me to find Patrick."

If she hadn't been preoccupied, she would have glared at him fiercely. But now, she followed him into

the elevator with a silly look and looked absent-minded.

Charles led her into Patrick's office. A group of female employees from the president's office sneaked

around and looked Christina up and down.

"That's the president's wife! The real one!"

They tried their best to suppress the excitement until Christina stepped into the office. As soon as the

door closed, the female employees couldn't sit still. Usually, their president hid his wife carefully and

they almost had no chance to see her. Today, she barged in on her own. They didn't know what had

happened.

"Could it be an affair?"

"Are they finally getting a divorce?" The female employees have been looking forward to this all day.

Patrick, who was sitting in his office chair signing, suddenly looked up and saw Christina. He was really

surprised. "You… What's the matter?" He quickly regained his calm tone as usual.

To save his life, Charles put down his lunch and immediately rushed out of the office without looking

back. He did not forget to close the door for the couple. He expected that Christina would suddenly

make a scene. There must be something wrong with her.

"I… I had a dream."

She looked at Patrick in front of her. Suddenly, she didn't know what to say. She just wanted to see

him.

She squeezed out a few words awkwardly, "I dreamt that you didn't need me anymore."

Patrick, who was in front of the office, was so shocked that he dropped his pen.