My billionaire husband spoils me too much

She couldn't sleep.

The woman tossed and turned in bed, as if she had something on her mind, unable to fall asleep.

"Christina."

The man on the other side of the bed could not help but call out her name in a low voice.

The woman at the side immediately stopped moving.

But within half a minute, she turned her body again.

"Patrick, are you still awake?" Her voice was not at all ambiguous, but she sounded very sober. It was obvious that she was not sleepy at all.

The faint light at the head of the bed was still shining, reflecting on her side face... She was really afraid of the dark.

"Patrick, can I ask you something?"

She seemed to be struggling in her heart. Then she leaned closer to him and asked again.

He did not say a word but stared at her with his eyes open, which made her hesitate.

"That year, in our high school graduation trip... You happened to be our teaching assistant, so you... Were you in that trip?"

She asked cautiously, as if she did not dare to mention something.

"No," he replied quickly.

But Christina's face suddenly darkened and she didn't understand. "How was that possible, Cory said..."

"What did he say?"

She looked at him with a complicated expression, as if she was confirming something. "It really wasn't you..." Her tone was skeptical.

The man beside her closed his eyes slightly and did not reply her.

"Did you hear that something happened on the school trip that year..."

recalled something and spoke in a heavy voice, not

haven't heard of it. The only time my father, Donald, helped me was probably in this scandal... But he did

slightly and was reluctant to continue. After

from my classmates on the mountainside when I was suddenly attacked by five or six bandits. They dragged me

to her froze for

on her side, lost in thought. She suddenly hugged his

"... I heard gunshots."

did you save me

to his arm, and then she added with determination, "I know

beside him, filled with thoughts, but he

didn't you tell

her head and looked straight at him. "Patrick,

was not late. Usually, he would still be in the study. He was just

tired that his brain ached a little and he didn't want to recall

seemed to

she was

Patrick said a sentence

appear. "Christina, I was angry. I was angry

was angry, but in fact, she knew only the first half of the emotion... The second half, more directly, was the hatred

How long

let go of his

and told himself that she owed him and that he

your mistake and beg for forgiveness..." For six

as a result, he realized that everything was just

didn't even know who

looked at him with a complicated expression. She couldn't quite understand what he meant by "Admitting his mistake" and" asking for forgiveness," but it was only natural

did you get hurt that day? Those gangsters

remember. She was really scared. The sounds of gunfire and screams of pain were all around her ears. All she knew was that

of blood... She knew that the man who came to save her was

him, but she was too frightened to

worried that the man might die and that she got him into the

and murmured, "I've been inquiring about the

did you want to