Spoil My Errant Wife (Patrick and Christina)

It was snowing again.

Fluffy white snow fell outside the stone house with the cold wind blowing.

The scene didn't look romantic or beautiful in their eyes, it only made them flustered.

Christina took out her phone and found that it only had 15% of the battery left.

Although there was no cell phone signal in this area because of equipment failure, at least the phone could act as a flashlight, and the weak lighting was a little more reassuring than the darkness.

She also noticed that it was 9 pm on her phone.

Time passed so slowly.

They hid in this simple and dirty stone house, when will it last until dawn?

"Will someone come to save us?"

"The people in the hotel are waiting for rescue. How could they risk going down the mountain to save us...Maybe they thought we were all dead."

Bob and his wife were whispering to each other.

They looked aggressive and fierce, but now their voices were full of frustration and helplessness.

They were all sitting directly on the dirty soil, all tired and haggard.

They only hoped that dawn would come soon.

They were trapped in this snowy mountain and they did not know where they were now.

It was dark outside and full of danger.

They could do anything but wait.

"There's not enough firewood"

Suddenly, the photographer man sitting in the corner said.

With these simple words, Christina suddenly tensed up.

She looked down at the pile of broken planks behind her.

The broken plank bed and wooden cabinet in the stone house were broken into strips to serve as firewood sticks.

She calculated the time in her mind.

The pile of broken planks could only be burned until 12 a.m.at most.

But it was the most dangerous after midnight.

Without an open fire, any emergency would be fatal.

"There aren't enough sticks, then stop burn so much. Slow down. Otherwise, in such weather, do you want to go out to pick up firewood?"

Bob shouted irritably, "I will never go out anyway!"

Barbara, who was sitting on the other side, had her feet tied to a wooden board.

She was semi-disabled, and now she was cold and tired.

In this primitive cave of the stone house, she was extremely tired, and her mind was filled with despair and anger.

Her expression was filled with despair.

Suddenly, she shouted angrily as if she wanted to relieve her pressure before death, "Can you live if you burn less sticks? This stone house is so cold and there is not enough firewood. Just kill youself" Barbara's cheeks were stained with mud and tears, dirty and disheveled, and her usual etiquette was left behind angrily.

How selfish they were! Bob was the same as those who thought they were nobles before, boasting of being superior. "It's all your fault!!"

If it weren't for the so-called nobles forcing them to the ski resort, she wouldn't have suffered these crimes! Christina hugged Geoffrey in her arms and turned to look at Barbara's resentful expression.

This was the first time Christina had seen this elite woman lose control of her emotions.

Probably, she was too scared.

This kind of waiting was really depressing and desperate.

Christina reached out and touched Geoffrey's forehead, not participating in their conversation.

"Are you hungry?"

She lowered her head and asked him in a low voice.

Geoffrey's small body was always close to her, and he felt very insecure.

Christina kept asking him to close his eyes to rest, but he was afraid and did not dare to close his eyes.

Although he was still young, he could understand what Bob and Barbara were saying.

These adults said no one would come to save them.

He thought they were all dead.

"Will Aunt Zhu be fine?"

He kept his head down and his childish voice was a little sobbing. He wanted to cry but did not dare to cry.

Christina looked straight at the snow outside.

After a while, she said, "She will be fine."

"The impact of the avalanche on the direction of Crystal's run is relatively small. As long as she runs fast, she would not be washed down the mountain..."

She was not good at lying, and her tone was full of uncertainty.

She hoped so.

Geoffrey lowered his head and sobbed. He was silent for a long time. He probably knew that he should not cry at this time and not cause trouble for adults. He behaved very carefully. He wanted to see the person closest to him the most.

"My father will never abandon me."

Christina looked at his little face and felt touched.

When she was pregnant, she read some parenting books that Patrick bought. He put them in the study.

And she randomly read it.

According to the book, every child has a fear in his heart.

He is afraid of being abandoned by his parents and even unconsciously tries to imitate and please them.

Even with a strong personality like Patrick, he seemed to have tried to get close to his mother when he was a child...

They were anxious for a favor and worried lest one should lose it.

Christina took a deep breath and looked at the snow outside the cave of the stone house again.

To be honest, her childhood was very happy.

She did not understand the anxious feeling.

Christina suddenly felt that the man in the corner opposite the fire was mocking her.

She turned her head sensitively and saw that the photographer man's stereoscopic.

She could tell at a glance that he was European.

His lips were very thin, slightly curved, looking a little playful.

Her dark brown eyes, which were half-smiling, were clearly mocking her.

She always thought this man was weird.

"What's your name?" Christina suddenly asked him.

The man seemed to be surprised for a moment, still maintaining a slight smile, but his eyes expression changed, which was with a hint of double meaning.

"What is the situation now? You're still in the mood to hock up with men." Bob said irritably.

The photographer looked at her but did not say anything.

Christina frowned.

"Mrs.Hopkins..."

Geoffrey suddenly talked to her.

He took out a roll of egg bread from his pocket and handed it to her.

"Mrs.Hopkins, I have a loaf of bread"

Christina suddenly felt warm when she saw that he was offering a treasure in such a difficult situation. She took two wooden boards and added them to the fire to continue burning. She held Geoffrey tighter to keep him warm and chuckled.

"You eat."

As soon as she spoke, the family of Bob looked at them in unison.

Bob's daughter pointed at Geoffrey and ordered arrogantly, "Give it to me!"

The girl spoke the local Romansh language of Switzerland.

Christina could not understand her words, but seeing that the girl was acting like a delicate princess, she probably knew that the girl wanted Geoffrey's bread.

Geoffrey was also very sensitive. He immediately hid his bread and covered it.

"My daughter is hungry. Give me your bread."

Bob's wife asked Christina for it in English in such a righteous tone.

Christina looked unhappy and replied directly, "No."

"You! You are too selfish!"

The woman condemned her in a sharp voice.

Christina ignored her and lowered her head to Geoffrey.

"It's yours."

However, Bob's daughter burst into tears.

The originally quiet stone house became irritating.

The girl was also around 6to 7 years old.

As a foreign girl, she was strong and was especially delicate, pounding her parents' arms.

"I want that bread, I want bread!"

The girl screamed and cried tirelessly, and her feet kept kicking the dirt and gravel on the ground.

The burning fire was messed up by the girl's kick and the wooden boards with fire were scattered everywhere, but the couple remained indifferent and comforted their daughter as if they had been wronged.

Christina was dissatisfied and said, "Mind your daughter!"

Bob's wife scolded her with a wicked look on her face, "You wicked woman!"

"She was just a child, how heartless you are!"

After scolding Christina, the wife turned around and scolded her husband, "How can you let others bully our baby?"

Christina's expression darkened when she heard this.

Geoffrey seemed to be frightened by these people and huddled up.

Bob had a fierce face and a burly figure, he stood up and left a huge shadow behind.

He raised his strong arm and shouted at her, "Give the bread to my daughter immediately!"

Christina clenched a steel knife in her right hand and was furious to attack him, Geoffrey, who was nestled in her arms, suddenly took out the bread from his little hand.

He did not speak.

It was obvious that he was willing to give his bread to the girl.

Bob snorted, grabbed the bread from Geoffrey's little hand, strode back, and sit down.

Geoffrey turned around and hugged her tightly.

His head was close to her shoulder, and suddenly he become a little needy.

Christina was full of anger.

Although Geoffrey's strength was insignificant, she could feel him touching her shoulder.

It was as if he wanted to stop her from fighting with Bob.

He was probably afraid that she would be bullied by Bob.

Bob's baby daughter got the bread, but she was very unhappy.

"I don't want it anymore!"

She threw the bread that her father handed her into the fire as if she was noble.

Some kind of "princess's illness" seizures.

Christina was furious.

"Come with me to pick up the branches!"

She stood up abruptly and walked to Bob in a strong tone.

Bob immediately scolded, "Who are you? Why do you order me...'

Christina quickly waved the steel knife in her right hand.

The sharp edge of the knife was directly against the main artery of his neck.

"Go with me or not!" She gritted her teeth.