Spoil My Errant Wife

Chapter 141 

"Patrick"

"Patrick..."

She called his name, but the man sitting by the big bed ignored her, as if he didn't hear her at all.

Christina came in with the family medicine box.She frowned and looked at Patrick on the other side of the bed, feeling he looked strange.

When Patrick returned to the bedroom, he sat there in silence, with his head half-lowered, staring at his hands in a daze.

He slightly bended and unfolded his hands, deep in thought, as if he was testing something.

Christina approached him and called him again, "Patrick.."

Her calling awakened Patrick who was in a daze.

He raised his head vigorously, and a look of incomprehensible panic flashed in his eyes.

"What's wrong with you?"

Christina sat beside him anxiously, looking at him with incredulity.

"Patrick, didn't you hear my voice just now?" asked Christina.

He looked visibly shocked just now.

He seemed to be surprised by her, or perhaps it was something else...

"Nothing."

His face turned cold as usual.

He slightly tilted his head and looked away.He then said in a hoarse voice, "I don't need to take the medicine.I'm fine"

His words were low and cold, as if nothing had happened.

Christina sat beside him, pursed her lips, wordless.He obviously didn't want to tell her...

They had just had lunch, and the summer sun outside was scorching hot.

The sky was clear and blue, but a chill was sent into the spacious bedroom perhaps because temperatures were set so low.

Somehow, Christina's heart sank.

She rummaged through the medicine cabinet for an electronic thermostat, pinched it on her right hand, and titled her head with hesitation.

He said he was fine and didn't need to take medicine, which meant he didn't need her...

She clenched the thermometer and accidentally pressed the electronic key, making a beep.

Christina, who was in a fit of pique, was frightened by the noise.

She quickly put away the thermostat.

"Help me check my temperature?"

Patrick beside her gave an order, but his tone was somewhat helpless.

She looked at him for a while with a slightly startled expression, trying to make sure she didn't misheard.

Christina immediately perked up and leaned closer to him.

"Patrick, why are you so delicate..." Property © 2024 N0(v)elDrama.Org.

Delicate.It didn't seem to be a right word to describe him.

He did not say a word.He looked sideways at her with a half- smile.

"It's 38.5 degrees.You're not fine as you said."

Christina stared at the thermometer and complained worriedly.

She was about to turn around and call the maid outside for a doctor...

"No need"

Patrick grabbed her right wrist and closed his eyes tiredly.

"Christina, lie down with me for a while..."

"Don't move."

"No, I want to get you a anti-fever medicine first..."

She tossed and turned restlessly on the bed, pulling at the quilt, pressing the air conditioner, and checking his temperature every ten minutes.

"Patrick, your son sleeps a lot.He's not sleepy."

She used her son as an excuse again, trying to get up and use some alcohol to cool him down.

"I'm very sleepy" Patrick dragged her back unhappily.

Hugging her from behind, Patrick whispered to her, his lips moving closer to her neck.

Her body was very soft with a faint baby milk fragrance probably because she was pregnant.

"Christina, if it's above 39 degrees in an hour, I'll get an infusion, okay?"

After half a minute of hesitation, she agreed, "Okay:"

In fact, Patrick only thought of her as a pillow which was a habit he developed some time.

Christina peeked at him with narrowed eyes.

"What are you looking at?"

The tiredness didn't sent him asleep.

She was a little embarrassed, so she immediately turned her head and pretended to be serious.

"Are you going to faint from high fever?"

"No."

His tone was flat.

He sounded normal, and Christina rolled over again to face him.

Their two faces were so close.She looked at him with a frown.

"Patrick..."

"What is it?"

This time, his response was little anxious, as if he was hiding something.

Christina didn't notice and continued to ask him, "You had a headache..."

She paused for a while and said, "Patrick, can you promise me something?"

She suddenly raised her voice and changed the subject.

He was slightly startled, and some emotions were suppressed in his eyes.

Her eyes were clear and persistent.

"What is it?" he asked in a low voice.

She said, looking straight at him.

"Respond me whenever I call you."

He was unconscious in car accident last time.

She called him over and over again, but he didn't answer her.

The smell of blood was drifting in the air.

She was still haunted by the accident although it had been a while.

She pursed her lips and told him word for word, "Patrick, from now on, no matter what happens, if I call your name, you must answer me."

She didn't wanted to be left behind.