Spoil My Errant Wife

Chapter 146 

"I was truly drunk when the car accident happened.I wanted to catch up with you, but I didn't really want to bump into your car.My car was tampered with by someone.The person who did this obviously wanted to kill you.Your opponent is just like you.Trying to kill you by my hand, how cruel"

Cory looked at him fiercely, with some hatred.

"But after the incident, all blame was put directly on Christina.They were all saying that I had a grudge with Christina, and that you are the victim...No matter what the people outside have said, Patrick, you yourself know in your heart that you have implicated Christina.Don't think how great you saved her.You are her greatest disaster"

Cory was a little agitated, gritting his teeth, with unwillingness and anger.

"Without you, Christina would have lived a better life.."

Cory could finish his words.

Patrick's face darkened, reached out his right hand, and grabbed Cory by his neck, pushing him so hard against the wall that he couldn't move.

"Patrick, you, are you guilty...Or are you nervous.."

Cory said intermittently as he tried to break open his five fingers.

"Christina loves you very much now.Her love is no less good compared with a man's love.She's headstrong and stubborn, but she can risk anything."

Cory was angry and shook off this gripping with both hands.

He then subconsciously stepped back to the left.

Cory put his right hand around his neck, took a deep breath, and smiled at himself with a self- deprecating meaning, "I am no satisfied, very unsatisfied"

"These days, I seriously think back to the time...When I fell into the river and when I almost got hit by a truck, Christina would always jump out and help me as long as she saw it"

"So I am thinking that if I were still her dear husband, maybe Christina would treat me better.All of a sudden, I wanted to be with her...No one loves her as purely as I do.Even if my mother was good to me, it was because of the family inheritance."

His voice dropped and he calmed down.

The past, after all, had passed.

She no longer liked him, and perhaps she had never liked him.

It was just a wrong love.

The corridor of the sanatorium was very quiet, and suddenly there were sounds of footsteps coming from the left.

Cory looked up and happened to meet the woman's eyes, who was standing opposite to him.

Christina looked surprised and subconsciously quickened her steps towards them.

Patrick didn't look back, but he knew it was her.

"Those complicated things in the Hopkinses, and those vicious opponents of yours...Cousin, I hope you have the ability to handle these things without getting my cousin involved."

Cory looked casual and relaxed.

He then lowered his voice with a commercially polite smile, "You'd better not be too proud.You cannot be satisfied with everyone and everything in this world.There will always be someone who makes you fall..."

Patrick narrowed his eyes and looked at his ambiguous smile.

Just as he was about to speak, Christina had walked up to him, "What are you talking about?"

"Your aunt is not here.Let's go home."

Patrick looked unhappy and did not look at Cory.

He naturally wrapped around her waist with his right hand and pulled her into his arms with a slight force.

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Christina didn't quite understand this move, only feeling that Patrick was in a bad mood.

She guessed that may they had a fight? However, according to Patrick's personality, he would not be the first one to initiate the argument.

It was probably because Cory annoyed him again.

Patrick turned around and wanted to take her to leave.

Christina did not want to annoy him anymore, so she followed him and left.

"Wait a minute"

The man behind them strode after them and stopped right in front of them.

Christina looked at Cory in front of her.

Her first feeling was that he seemed to have become much mature.

Hesitating for a while, she then asked, "What is it?"

"Christina, I brought you something" he looked straight at her, picked up a small bag, and handed it to her.

"No need..." She refused subconsciously.

"..Christina, it is your wooden box."