My billionaire husband spoils me too much

Chapter 129

"Mr. Hopkins, you're coming..."

The door to the top floor of Fire Club was opened, and a man walked in slowly. Ignoring the flattering voices around him, he raised his eyes and looked around, and walked directly to the semicircular bar on the east side.

"Patrick, is Grandpa coming with the other shareholders?"

As soon as Barbara turned around, she saw the man walking toward her and asked with a smile.

"Grandpa doesn't like bars," Patrick replied faintly. Before the words were out of his mouth, he suddenly frowned and lowered his voice. "What happened to your hand?"

Patrick stared fixedly at Christina's hand. But Christina immediately hid her hands behind her back.

"What's going on?"

How could Patrick let her go so easily? He looked at the woman with dark eyes and grabbed her right hand, which was wrapped in white gauze.

"Nothing."

Christina did not want to explain and tried to withdrew her hand, but Patrick clasped her wrist.

"Her palms are a little bruised," Charles said innocently. He had known that Patrick would blame him, so he took a sip from his glass and did not forget to emphasize, "Christina hurt herself."

Patrick deliberately pressed his finger on the wound. Christina strained her face as stinging pain came from the wound and her brow furrowed a little, which made Patrick even more irritated.

"I've told you this morning to wait and I would send someone to pick you up. You didn't listen to me."

"It's because of me." Barbara smiled awkwardly and she wasn't expected that Patrick would become angry so easily.

"Patrick, don't blame Christina. She was holding me up, so her palm hit the fire-sensitive metal buckle on the floor..."

"I'd love to."

Christina, not knowing what mood she was in, darkened her face and muttered.

It means that her injury had nothing to do with him, nor did she need Barbara to intercede for her.

"Christina!"

her shoulders, and pressed his lips against her ears.

didn't hurt

pregnant and raised her head rather proudly, adding, "I reacted quickly and immediately half crouched down and propped myself up on the floor with one hand, I wouldn't let my son have

looked sideways at her and was so angry that she dared to show

you're very proud, huh?" He

his left hand around her abdomen and raised his right hand to deliberately ruffle her hair

don't mess

no different

appreciate it. I'm obviously prettier than usual tonight." Christina was not modest at

laughed and said nothing

and with her hair mussed on

to attend his party today, trying to impress his senior staff and friends, but

your wife changes her clothes and hairstyle, you have to praise her, or I have the right to be angry with you." Christina recently read a lot

to remind me." Patrick

her right hand.

what a woman was thinking about. It was hard for him to understand. He felt helpless. "You're the same every day. You don't have to dress

over at them. She lowered her eyes, pursed her lips tightly, raised her glass, and drank it all

Club staff said you were running

her. "Are you chasing someone who dares to steal

by his question and put down the glass

sadness on her face, she murmured, "I saw a figure

mean you see Derek here at Fire

I have the wrong

She picked it up and took another

read those posts that

scolded by

was deflated. This

remembered something else. "Patrick, there is one

Charles stood up from the chair at the bar with

and naturally put her back into the chair. He approached Charles and the two men headed towards the French window on the other side in

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