My billionaire husband spoils me too much

He slept soundly.

Faint sunlight was out the hospital window. When Christina woke up, it was around 6:00 am. For most people, it was still early, but...

She looked at the man lying next to her with a complicated expression. Patrick was used to getting up early, and he rarely slept so deeply.

He seemed very tired.

Yesterday was the anniversary party of the group. And the kidnapping must have exhausted him. Christina looked at his face and had a strange feeling.

He was so close to her and she could feel his unique cool breath...

He slept soundly with his right arm wrapping around her waist. This cold and dangerous man was sleeping so relaxed beside her.

'It is as if he belongs to me at this moment.’

'What am I thinking about!" Her cheeks were slightly red. Christina lowered her head not to look at him.

She turned down the guard bar of the bed on her side. She complained secretly. She really didn't understand why he didn't go back to rest but insisted on sleeping with her in the hospital bed.

She could never know what Patrick was thinking. He hid too many secrets in his heart.

She moved to the side of the bed and gently removed his large hand from her waist.

He had the habit of sleeping with her in his arms, and she didn't notice when he got the habit. However, just as Christina carefully raised his right hand, she paused.

"He's hurt," she murmured, a little surprised

There was a deep cut on his right palm. It seemed that he was hurt by a wire, and the cut had already solidified into blood, but it was obtrusive in his slender and fair hand.

She stared at the scar on his palm, feeling a little uncomfortable.

Christina reached out her other hand and gently touch the wound even though she didn't know why she did that.

It should be very painful

Her eyes were focused as if she was thinking about something.

"What are you thinking about?" The husky voice suddenly came.

Christina looked guilty. "When-when did you wake up?" Embarrassment flashed across her face and she let go of his hand as if nothing had happened.

"I just woke up." She wondered if he caught a cold because Patrick's voice was a little hoarse.

He did not notice her movements. He looked up at the clock on the wall and frowned as if he felt that it was a little late to wake up at 6 o'clock.

He quickly lifted the quilt and got up with his right hand pressed against the bed...

"Pay attention to the wound on your hand..." She looked at him and spoke subconsciously.

Patrick sat up straight from the bed, turned to look at her curiously. His dark eyes lit up because he noticed that she was worried.

He raised his eyebrows and stared at her with a burning gaze. "What's the matter?" His hoarse voice sounded blurred.

Christina blushed slightly and pursed her lips. "Your palm is bleeding.”

Only then did Patrick check the wound on his right palm, which was oozing blood again, but he didn't pay much attention.

"Last night..." He stood up directly and changed the subject.

"What happened last night won't happen again." He stood up straight and narrowed his eyes, looking into hers.

He spoke in a low voice, but it seemed like he was promising something.

Christina looked at the man with a confused expression.

She did not reply but was flustered.

He was promising her.

She knew that this man would not say sweet love words, but what he said was more reassuring than that because he would do what he said.

Christina sat quietly by the bed while Patrick went into the bathroom to wash up.

"Are you awake?"

Not long after, the door of the ward was knocked on. It was Charles's voice.

Charles brought some clothes to them. Patrick got dressed directly in the bathroom. He didn't have cleanliness fetishes like that pampered rich kids, and he was even tougher than special forces. Patrick changed into an expensive and close-fitting suit of ink-blue. He was outstanding. As he wearing a tie, he came out and asked, "What's the situation?”

"Because of last night's incident and the media's reports, IP&G Group is impacted, and the early morning trading will definitely be affected...”

Charles told him the truth, and as he spoke, he chuckled. "Your aunts have been in high spirits since last night. They've invited all the major shareholders with great enthusiasm. I think the morning meeting will be amazing. Be careful, Patrick..."

His aunts were already very dissatisfied with that he suddenly returned and took the position of president of the group. They would make things worse after what happened yesterday and try to kick him out.

Patrick was indifferent as if he did not take his aunts seriously.

He tidied up his clothes and walked straight to the door.

Christina looked at his back with some emotions in her eyes.

It turned out that Laurie and the others were making things difficult for him at the company. It seemed not easy for him to make the original executives obey him.

"Christina, why are you showing that expression? Don't worry too much."

Charles teased her, "Patrick can handle that, and even if he's not the president of IP&G Group, he won't let you and your sons suffer..."

She looked embarrassed.

The man outside the door paused and looked back at Christina on the bed.

"Watch her. She's not allowed to leave the hospital until I get back.”

Patrick said to the bodyguard at the door and left without stopping.

The woman in the ward clearly heard his cold command and frowned. He stopped her from going out again.

"Christina, Patrick does that for your own good."

Seeing Patrick leave, Charles sat down on the chair beside the hospital bed with his legs crossed casually, peeling an orange while teasing her. "Christina, I've seen so many women, and you're the most troublesome.”

Lord Christina didn't bother to quarrel with him but wanted to ask him something. "Last night..." "Don’t ask me, Patrick won't allow you to know. I won't tell you," Charles refused to tell her.

And he added coldly, "But I don't think that Preston brothers can still enjoy their good life..." "What do you want to do..." Christina's expression was a little complicated.

"What do you think we're going to do?" Charles put down the orange in his hand and looked at her thoughtfully. “Christina, do you think that we are insidious and shameless and will bully the weak..." Christina did not speak, feeling embarrassed.

Indeed, she had thought that Patrick could deal with anyone with the power of his family.

"Let's not talk about Sean's sudden gun attack in the underground parking lot last night. Todd had kidnapped you and Cecilia, which was a crime. Todd also blew up the abandoned factory and almost killed Patrick and the others..." Charles's voice suddenly turned cold.

"Christina, you don't know him. You think he's dangerous, but no matter how dangerous he is, he's always been patient with you..."

“Otherwise, Id would not bother to chat with a woman.

Just because Patrick asked him to accompany her.

She had never tried to understand him but just avoided him.

"Christina, there's a kind of silent love.”

Christina's expression was stunned, and she was a little confused when she heard his reproachful words.

Charles somehow felt ignorant for his bro. "Do you know that Patrick cares about you very much?" Although he didn't know what Patrick was thinking, they all saw how anxious he was last night. There was no doubt that he really cared about her.

The woman sitting on the hospital bed tensed up, and her astonished expression showed that she had heard something very shocking.

"Christina, you fool! Cecilia is more attentive than you are. Patrick likes you..." Charles yelled at her. "He likes you! Can't you feel that at all?"