Chapter 228

Christina didn't know what Patrick and the others were talking about in the study, but it seemed to be
something urgent.

They were busy from 8 to 12 in the morning and they declined lunch to continue working.

The door of the study remained closed.

She spent a drowsy afternoon in the bedroom next door until 6 at night when Nanny Faang knocked on
her door and asked her what she wanted for dinner.

Christina got up and was about to open the door.

When she reached the door, she sensitively heard the sound of the doorknob turning in the study.She
went out and walked towards the study.

Charles and the others did come out of the study.

Nanny Faang also walked over and asked, "Mr.Shepherd, do you want to stay for dinner?"

"No, I'm leaving now" Charles replied succinctly.

He took a few documents in his right hand and walked in a hurry.

When he passed Christina, he only glanced at her and didn't say a word.

Christina frowned as she watched him go downstairs and leave.She felt that Charles had something
urgent to do.

He seemed to be nervous about something.

"Rest well..."



Chandler's voice came from the study, this should have been said to Patrick.

She was in a daze for a moment.She pushed the door of the study wide open with her right hand and
walked in quickly.

Just as she entered, she almost bumped into Chandler, who was going out.

Chandler saw that she looked a little anxious and smiled gently at her.

"Please keep an eye on Patrick for us.Let us know if anything happens"

Christina heard his words but didn't understand.

Chandler didn't explain to her.

He walked past her calmly as usual but added in alow voice, "Stay with him."

Stayed with Patrick? Did he need it? She felt a little unusual, turned around, and saw that Chandler had
already strode away.

Feeling a little heavy for some reason, she turned around and walked towards the study.

She looked at the man at the desk, who was still reading papers.

"Chandler just said.."

Christina paused, struggled for a while, and asked him directly, "Are you feeling unwell?"

"I'm fine," Patrick said.

He knew that she had come in and replied without even looking up.

Christina felt that he was very perfunctory and immediately became a little angry.



"You're not a child.If you feel unwell, go to see a doctor.Can you stop making me worry about you all
the time?"

Perhaps the word "worry"touched him, Patrick pushed the documents in front of him aside and looked
up at her deeply for awhile.

"Christina, I want you to promise me one thing."

His voice sounded a little hoarse and serious.

His tone was so solemn that Christina suddenly became nervous and stammered, "What, what do you
want me to do?"

"Promise me to stay here, don't leave the house at all."

"Why?" Patrick had asked her to do so before, and now he emphasized it again.

Christina looked at him suspiciously.

"It's dangerous outside."

Hearing his simple and insincere explanation, Christina raised her voice to refute him, "How dangerous
could it be? Besides, I'm not like those weak and delicate women.I can protect myself"

It seemed that her answer dissatisfied him, Patrick stood up suddenly with a sullen face.

His figure was much taller and stronger than hers, making him look oppressive and domineering.

His attitude was extremely firm, and he shouted at her coldly, "Christina, you'd better not mess with me,
or I'll ground you and you won't be able to get out of even the bedroom!"



Christina immediately became furious, bastard! He had such a bad temper and wanted everyone to
listen to him! She took a big step forward, slapped her hands on the desk, and told him angrily, "If I'm
going to run away, do you think the person you send to watch me can stop me?"

The two of them confronted each other with a table in between.

Patrick was angry looking at her unruly face, and suddenly his head ached even more.

Christina looked tense, she felt that she didn't want to talk to Patrick anymore.

She turned around and left without looking at him.

"..Please don't go."

As soon as she turned around, she heard him squeeze out two words.

His voice was deep and hoarse, and it sounded awkward.

Christina had always felt for him because of his heavy workload.

Perhaps too many things had happened recently, so he was in a bad mood.

Thinking of that, her heart softened.

"Okay, I won't leave the house."

She answered sullenly, reluctantly promising that in order to not make him happy.She could not help
but complain in a low voice, "You are really unreasonable."

"Remember what you promised."

Patrick's cold face softened a little when he saw her approaching him, but he was still reminded her.



"Patrick, do you know that you have a bad temper which makes you really hard to get along with?
You're very dictatorial, you know?" Christina was extremely angry.

Looking at his tired face, her face darkened even more.

She grabbed his arm and dragged him out of the study while accusing him.

Patrick glanced at her as she dragged him, hearing her complaints, he suddenly felt a little happier.

"You must remember that then I am more at ease"

Perhaps he was really tired, so Patrick held her in his arms with his head pressed against her shoulder,
and he reminded her again.

The stubble on Patrick's chin rubbed against her neck, tickling her whole body.

Christina turned her head and glanced at him gloomily.

Finally, Patrick was dragged into the bedroom next door by her and she pressed the smelly man onto
the big bed, "Patrick, when did you become so nagging? And look at your beard.You look so sloppy"

Patrick felt the stubble on his chin with his big palm and frowned.

That was really uncomfortable.

There were too many things to worry about these days, so he forgot about it.He sat on the bed, but
Christina stood in front of him and put her hands on his shoulders.

Probably the difference in heights gave her confidence, Christina got much angrier as she looked at the
man.



She noticed that Patrick's did not look well.

It was obvious that he was too tired from staying up late, coupled with these beards, he looked very
haggard.

She snorted angrily, "Patrick, you've become a sloppy middle- aged man in just a few days."

"You dislike me?"

Patrick's mood suddenly became a little subtle when he saw her staring at him.

When Christina heard him, she glared at him, "Who dares to dislike you!"

"Christina, who do you think would dare to do that?"

He looked back at her directly and said this to provoke her, but he wanted to laugh.

Christina felt guilty and blushed a little.

Seeing the corners of his mouth slightly raised, she was speechless.

This man was so tired but he still had the mood to tease her.

Really?! She sat by the bed and reached out to touch his forehead, "Patrick, be frank.Do you have a
fever?"

"Forget it, I'll get the thermometer...Sit there and don't move, or you can lie in the bed.Anyway, you're
not allowed to move now!"

Without waiting for him to respond, Christina walked to the cabinet next to the bed and opened the
second drawer at the bottom.



She skillfully took out the commonly used medical kit and rummaged through it for the thermometer.

Patrick looked at the woman who was rummaging over there, his head still ached a little.

He closed his eyes and sighed secretly.

Luckily, this was tolerable.

Suddenly, he thought of something that confused him, Christina was more termagancy than before.

He remembered when she married him, she was pretty timid.

What had changed her? Patrick frowned and thought about it very seriously.

Unfortunately, he didn't figure it out.


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