Spoil My Errant Wife (Patrick and Christina)

Christina had already stood in front of Geoffrey, looking straight at the photographer with caution.

Bob's arm was injured, and he looked very haggard.

He didn't want to fight with Christina but to occupy the stone house selfishly.

"This stone house was built by the hunters a long time ago. It has been standing empty for a long time. It's quite large and dark. Maybe there are black bears eluding the cold winter.It will be dangerous to rush in."

The photographer seemed familiar with this area.

The photographer paused and turned to look at Christina.

"Miss Dickens has a lighter. Fire can protect us when we explore the way. And only by making a fire to keep warm can we survive the night. Otherwise, we will all die here."

Bob seemed to panic when he heard the word "die."

The memory of the avalanches just now still haunted him. He just crawled out of the snow and out of danger. He didn't want to die.

"How do you know I have a lighter?"

Christina became more cautious.

The photographer seemed to have paid much attention to her since they met and knew her very well.

A smile hovered on the photographer's lips and he said softly and casually, "I also know you have a 15 cm steel knife."

Christina's face tensed up.

Then, they found a few branches and spent nearly half an hour lighting them up with Christina's lighter.

The roaring fire made them feel more at ease.

Christina bent over slightly and carried Barbara who was disabled on her back.

Geoffrey followed them closely.

The thin photographer held a torch and Bob did not dare to have any more objections.

They walked cautiously into the stone house together.

The stone house might have been standing empty for a long time.

The wooden door was already dilapidated.

The room was dark and airless, giving them a gloomy feeling.

The stone house was a rectangle.

It was only three meters wide, but it was very deep.

Christina and the others were not interested in exploring inside the stone house.

They walked about ten meters but still didn't reach the end, so they returned to the entrance of the cave and snuggled closer. Christina found a wooden bed, a broken wooden cabinet, a few iron buckets, a big iron bowl, and a large bundle of thick hemp ropes. She walked over to the cabinet and rummaged through it.

She found a shotgun, but there were no bullets.

"There are really wild animals around..."

Christina became vigilant.

The shotgun indicated that it was not safe nearby.

Christina then found a large dusty bottle of whiskey at the top of the cabinet.

It was probably stored by the hunters before to keep them warm.

Bob saw the whiskey and shouted at Christina in a rough voice, "Give it to me!" Christina ignored him.

Bob was always overbearing and his face darkened after being ignored by Christina. He got up and wanted to grab it.

But his wife immediately stopped him and muttered.

She probably said that Christina had a knife, and Bob hesitated and subsided back. Geoffrey snuggled up to Christina.

He was young but knew people's evil sides.

The photographer seemed to be very experienced in surviving in the wilderness.

He looked thin, but his physical strength didn't match his outward appearance.

He walked to the wooden bed, broke it into strips with his bare hands, and quickly made a fire.

The bright roaring fire filled the stone house with warmth.

They subconsciously approached the fire to keep warm.

Christina turned her head and looked at the man opposite her by the light of fire.

She suddenly realized that the photographer was not afraid of coldness.

He was wearing the thinnest clothes, only two layers, but he sat far away from the fire.

It seemed that he didn't like to crowd with others.

Christina felt he was a little cold and arrogant.

At this moment, Barbara let out a low cry of pain.

Her legs were badly injured.

Christina grabbed a few more wooden planks and the large bundle of hemp ropes, walked towards Barbara, squatted, and took out the steel knife from her waist. Barbara saw Christina holding a sharp knife and screamed in shock, "What are you doing?"

Christina was expressionless and she deliberately scared Barbara.

"Your feet are badly injured.I have to cut them off"

Barbara was scared to death by what Christina said.

"No, no, don't do it..."

Christina neatly tore Barbara's pants and checked her wounds.

She stopped bleeding.

Christina bit open the bottle of whiskey and poured it on Barbara's injured legs.

Barbara felt the sharp pain.

Her face turned pale and she was shaking.

Seeing that Barbara was in great pain, Christina compressed her lips.

"Alcohol can disinfect. I'm not lying. You can keep your legs."

Barbara was in so much pain that she glared at Christina.

She was wondering if Christina was taking this opportunity to take revenge.

Christina rubbed Barbara's legs.

"They're fractured. There may be a scar on your right leg. Take care of it"

Barbara's legs were numb from the cold.

And because of the alcohol, Barbara felt a more sharp pain.

She paled and wanted to say something.

But she saw Christina pick up two planks of wood to fix her injured leg, cut the hemp rope short, and wrap it around her leg.

After Christina had dealt with Barbara's injury, she turned to look at Barbara and said calmly, "It's better to feel pain than be numb with cold."

Barbara gasped in pain and gritted her teeth.

She knew that Christina was right.

Feeling pain was better than losing her legs in coldness.

But Barbara really thought that Christina could never be a nurse because she would probably scare the patients to death.

Christina then set up a triangular rack above the fire with the other three long wooden sticks.

She tied the triangular rack and an iron bucket with half a bucket of clean snow she collected outside with hemp rope.

Snow gradually melted and boiled.

There were two big iron bowls on the broken cupboard. She took one of them and carefully scooped out half a bowl of boiling water. She sat down and Geoffrey snuggled up to her. "Is it hot? Take your time."

Christina told Geoffrey to drink some hot water to warm himself.

The photographer on the other side stared at Christina quietly and raised his eyebrows, seemingly surprised by her actions.

Bob saw her doing this, immediately ran over to grab another iron bowl, and scooped hot water into his iron bowl.

After Geoffrey took a few sips, Christina also handed some warm water to Barbara.

Barbara leaned weakly against the dirty and rough wall.

She had never been in such a terrible state.

She had encountered an avalanche and lived in such a shabby stone house.

Her legs were seriously injured and she was in danger.

Despair welled up in her heart and she was lifeless.

But why was Christina so energetic? Barbara did not take the half bowl of hot water.

She almost lost her consciousness.

Christina was not gentle.

Seeing Barbara give no reaction, Christina forced her to drink.

Barbara choked and the clothes on her chest were a little wet. She glared at Christina angrily.

"Christina, is this revenge?!"

They had been at loggerheads all along.

Now, Barbara was injured, and Christina could deliberately retaliate and torture her.

"I'm sorry, but I did it on purpose," Christina replied stiffly without any shame.

Geoffrey turned around and looked at them.

"Aunt Parker, your lips are so dry' Barbara had mixed feelings.

Christina stood up and went back to sit beside Geoffrey.

Then she reached out and touched Geoffrey's forehead.

She was worried that he might have a fever.

Fortunately, it didn't happen.

"Do you have a headache?" She asked.

Geoffrey looked at her with a tired face and shook his head.

"If you don't feel well, tell me, okay?"

Christina said seriously, Christina always met people who never told others they were sick, and she was not considerate.

She didn't know they needed to be taken care of if they didn't say.

So some people said that Christina was heartless, and she was not a great wife because she couldn't take care of her husband.

Christina recalled some bad memories and was lost in her thoughts.

She didn't bother to explain.