My billionaire husband spoils me too much novel Chapter 69

Christina had dinner in Hopkins Family. Although she was not as restrained as she used to be, she watched her manners carefully, not daring to be rude.

Patrick and Mr. Hopkins paid great attention to table etiquette. They ate elegantly with chopsticks and rarely talked.

She stuffed a spoonful of nutritious porridge into her mouth and secretly looked at the man beside her from the corner of her eyes.

Patrick didn't seem to have any appetite. He only chewed on a few vegetables and then put down his chopsticks.

Christina's eyes suddenly lit up. She seemed to notice that Patrick's brows were slightly knit as if he was holding back something. Even there was a little sweat on his forehead...

Christina peered into his eyes and unconsciously leaned closer to him.

"Christina, what are you looking at?"

Mr. Hopkins sitting opposite her asked in a calm voice, feeling that she was not decent with her body leaned when having dinner.

Patrick turned his head and happened to have eye contact with Christina. Suddenly, his eyes met hers. They were surprised at first, then Christina blushed and turned away quickly and guiltily as if she had done something wrong.

"... Nothing."

She glanced around awkwardly and then her eyes fell at the pot of delicious sea cucumber stew on the table. She made an excuse. "I want some soup..."

The maid, who was at the side, heard her and immediately went forward to fill her a bowl.

Although she should avoid certain food during pregnancy, she could have this chicken stewed with sea cucumber. But the soup was very hot.

To cover up her behavior, Christina lowered her head and leaned closer to the bowl of soup, blowing it continuously, looking like she was greedy and really wanted to drink it.

"Take your time."

Patrick stood up from his chair and his voice was a little hoarse.

He left the table and placed his not-so-hot bowl of soup in front of Christina.

Christina slightly widened her eyes and raised her face, but her face happened to touch Patrick's retracted hand.

"Your hand is so hot." She said subconsciously.

She frowned slightly and looked straight at him.

Patrick seemed to be hiding something that he didn't want people to know. He looked cold-faced and unhappy.

Not wanting to look at her, he quickly turned around and left without saying a word.

"Hey, did you catch a cold because of soaking in the river before..." Christina remembered that when she was discharged from the hospital, Charles said that Patrick had a bit of cold. She moved very quickly, as if it was her instinctive reaction, and reached out to grab Patrick's wrist.

In the middle of what Christina said, his face suddenly changed and he suddenly stood up from his chair.

"You have a high fever!"

Patrick heard her exclamation, and his face was a little unhappy. With a wave of his right hand, he tried to get rid of her.

"Let go." His deep voice was hoarse.

But she held on tight, or perhaps Patrick didn't use too much force.

Christina only felt his skin hot, and anxiety and nervousness welled up in her heart. "Patrick, have you taken any antipyretic?"

Patrick didn't answer her. He looked annoyed. "Let go. Did you hear me?"

He seemed to have lost his patience. This time, he used his other hand to remove her fingers. Soon, Christina was pushed away by him.

"You have no right to ask about me!" He seemed to be disgusted by her concern.

Christina felt so aggrieved.

Patrick didn't seem to want to see her expression. He turned around quickly, stepped away, and walked towards the door in a hurry.

Christina watched him with an angry expression on her face as he strode away.

All of a sudden, she seemed to want to have a contest with something. She lunged forward again and wrapped her arms around his waist, hugging him tightly.

Patrick froze in place this time.

Even the other servants of Hopkins Family standing aside were stunned.

Everyone watched in shock as Christina rushed over, all eyes fixed on Christina, wondering if their usually grumpy young master would slap her away.

Christina hugged him tightly in this way.

She turned around and shouted nervously at Mr. Hopkins, "Grandpa, he has a high fever!"

The old man at the table was stunned for a moment, then frowned.

Christina had thought the old man would yell at Patrick, but he didn't. As if Old Master was used to it, he put down his chopsticks and said, "Take care of your body."

"Christina ----"

Patrick turned his head sideways, his face darkening. He gritted his teeth and shouted her name in a low voice, looking clearly dissatisfied with her pestering.

He hated the women who pestered him the most.

"Do whatever you want. I'm just so annoying!"

Her face was full of anger. She shouted, with her clear eyes looking straight at him. "Patrick, did you know that a high fever can kill people too?"

She seemed to have remembered something, and she felt a little excited. "When I was a kid, I had a playmate. He had a high fever at home all day, but no one took him to see a doctor. A week later, I found him in the kindergarten. He had been silly and autistic, being not able to speak."

"Everyone said his brain had been burnt out and he had become a fool..." She almost screamed out as if she was angry at the memory.

Patrick had mixed feelings. He looked sideways at the hands she was holding on to his waist. He could feel her strength, tremors, and nervousness.

'Is she so nervous because of me?'

"Patrick, you have to have an intravenous drip today." She sounded serious.

Patrick didn't know if it was because of his high fever or some other reason, but he let Christina drag him along...

At the dining table, Mr. Hopkins looked at the two people leaving, then looked up at the housekeeper beside him. Both of them were a little surprised.