Spoil My Errant Wife

Chapter 22: I'm Sorry 

Christina sat alone on the plank of the small inner room of the cave-dwelling, looking down at her abdomen.

Thinking of Patrick's words, she was upset.

"Christina, don't be angry with your husband." Anna walked in slowly and kindly advised.

Christina immediately retorted, "He's not my husband!"

Husband! She was unable to stand hearing that Patrick was her husband.

Anna said with a smile, "It happens that couples have conflicts.Sometimes men are dull and not good at expressing themselves.Communication solves misunderstandings."

Christina remained silent.

‘Did Charles just say that the person who took me away was not sent by Patrick? Is it true? But he was so mean to me in the hospital before..’ She thought to herself.

"Drink while it's hot.Don't starve the baby in your belly.’ Anna handed her a large porcelain bowl of black bean-stewed eel.

Christina looked up at the soup with hesitation.

"Your husband cooked this for you himself.Come on."

Anna smiled kindly and urged. Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

Thinking of Patrick, she couldn't help but exclaim, "Your husband is really handsome.He has such a good temperament, way better than my husband."

Anna, who was not well-educated, could only describe Patrick as handsome.

Christina's face immediately darkened and she said angrily, "You don't know.When he is angry, he is like a lunatic.’

Anna was blinded by Patrick's appearance.

The more she thought about it, the angrier she became.

She glared at the soup in front of her grumpily.

‘Why should I starve myself?’ I thought.

Christina took the bowl in Anna's hand with a straight face and stuffed it into her mouth with a spoon, cursing Patrick in her heart.

"You really have a sassy wife."

Charles could not help but sigh outside the drapery of the door.

Originally, he was worried that Christina would refuse to eat, but he was surprised to see that she was wolfing down the soup, treating it as her enemy.

Patrick didn't say anything, but there was a slight smile in his eyes, Christina quickly finished the big bowl of soup and was in a particularly happy mood.

She smiled brightly at Anna, "Thank you."

She beamed a smile, with two shallow dimples on her fair cheeks.

Patrick looked at her and lost his mind for a moment.

"Who's outside?"

Anna heard something and called out.

Charles, who was caught red-handed, pursed his lips awkwardly.

"Well, Patrick was worried..."

As soon as he spoke, he turned around and saw Patrick was out of sight, only to realize that he had left.

Christina snorted at Charles outside the door, "Charles, you pervert.”

There was only a wooden bed in the cave, which was originally where Mr.and Anna slept.They gave up the bed to Christina to rest, but she refused.

"Christina, aren't you shameless? Why do you want to sleep on hay with us tonight?" Charles teased her.

Christina shot an angry glance at him, ignored him, and went to the corner to sit on a haystack and take a nap.

It was already 12 o'clock.

Patrick and the others had burned three fires in the empty hall of the cave.

They sat cross-legged near the fire and their wet clothes had been dried.

But the wind was howling outside the door, accompanied by heavy rain.

This horrible and strange voice had been ranging all night, making them sleepless.

Huddled, Christina leaned back against the wall, holding her knees.

She was very sleepy.

She bent over and buried her head between her knees.

She soon fell asleep.

Unable to fall asleep, Charles and others were talking.

All of a sudden, Patrick gave them a look, then they noticed that Christina was asleep and immediately shut up.

One of them elbowed Charles in shock and asked incoherently, "Did Mr.Hopkins get struck by lightning?"

Charles looked at Patrick with a twisted expression.Then he reminded them seriously, "Don’t offend that woman..."

Patrick stood up and approached Christina.

He sat beside her by the hay and gazed down at her.

Christina leaned against the wall with her head rested on her knees.

She tilted her head, her face pale and haggard, and a few loose strands of hair hanging from her forehead.

Patrick reached out and smoothed a few strands of her messy hair on her forehead.

He did not notice that he was extremely gentle at this moment.

He touched her face with his big hand.

Feeling it was cold, he put his coat on her and looked at her in a daze.

She looked very sweet and quiet when she fell asleep.

But she was a tough woman when she woke up.

Suddenly, there was a loud bang.

The shabby and thick wooden door in front of them was opened by the strong wind because it was not locked.

The three small fires were instantly extinguished by the strong wind and rain, and the gas and oil lamp above the hall was blown down and smashed.

In an instant, the cave was pitch black.Christina shuddered at the sudden loud noise.

"Don't move."

A deep voice sounded in her ear.

The warm masculine scent brushed her cheeks, making her skin itchy.

Christina was even more flustered.

‘Why is he sitting next to me?’ she wondered.

She pushed him away instinctively, but Patrick held her even tighter.

"Don't move.The oil lamp is broken, and debris is scattered all over the floor."

He added in a deep voice, and his tone somewhat helpless.Soon, Charles and the others locked the door and found a lighter to light the previous fire.

Only then did the cave get light again.

"Well..." Charles smirked.

The flames danced in the fire and reflected on the man and woman in the corner.

Christina looked at these men with a curious look, her cheeks flushed, and she struggled, gritting her teeth and whispering, "Let go of me!"

She was embarrassed.

"Just ignore them: Inexplicably, Patrick hugged her and suddenly felt reluctant to let go.

He looked down at her stubborn and clear eyes, and coaxed, "Close your eyes and sleep."

Christina was angry.

"Let go of me," she resisted in a low voice, not daring to speak too loudly.

Bewildered, Patrick didn't know what to do for a moment.

He really didn't know much about women.

After a moment of silence, he suddenly reached out and stroked her head, trying to calm her down.

His behavior made Christina much angrier.

Charles and the others turned around sensibly, thinking that they would turn a deaf ear if Patrick did something rash tonight.

It was a long night, and gradually everyone closed their eyes and fell asleep listening to the roaring wind and rain outside the door.But Christina couldn't sleep at all!

"Go away” She still insisted on pushing away the man beside her.

But she could not break free from Patrick at all.

The helplessness and grievance came into Christina's heart in waves.

She did not like to be affected.

But the accident earlier today and the words Patrick said to her kept haunting her mind, she couldn't hold back anymore and began to cry.

She was too embarrassed to wake anyone up and said angrily in a low voice, "Patrick, you come off a very good family and everyone obeys you, but what did I do wrong? Somehow I slept with you and got pregnant, and I was taken to the civil affairs bureau like a prisoner to get your license.What do you think I am..."

She choked, "Then you said you didn't want this child.I know I'm out of your league, but why did you do this to me!"

She tried her best to suppress her voice, but Patrick could hear it clearly.

He looked down at her, and the weak flame reflected on Christina's face, which was holding back tears.

She wasn't affected.

She tried her best to resist whenever she was unhappy.

Patrick's eyes flashed with mixed emotions.

He loosened his grip on her slightly...

Suddenly, something occurred on Christina and she nervously pulled him back.

"I, I don’t want to abort this child!" Her voice trembled.

"Patrick, I don't want to abort this child.If you don't want the child, I can raise it myself.I can't provide the best environment, but I will do my best.."

She clasped his arm tightly and pleaded humbly, "I want to keep this child.Please..."

Tears welled up in her eyes.

With deep eyes, Patrick bent down his head and impatiently kissed her trembling lips.

In an instant, she bit back the words she would like to have said and froze.

Not because he suddenly kissed her, but because...

"I'm sorry..." he said.

Patrick's voice was low and hoarse as if it made much effort to say these words.

Christina's heart trembled in disbelief.

He tightened his grip and held her in his arms.

They snuggled together, and their breath intertwined.

He lowered his head and whispered in her ear, "Christina, I'm sorry.”

Patrick was not used to saying sorry to others.

Since he grew up, no one could make him say that, but the last time he was in the hospital...

He was unable to explain why he cared so much.He was furious.

Christina seemed to be frightened by him and her mind was in turmoil.

She couldn't believe that he apologized to her.

After that, no one spoke again.

He held her tightly and did not let go.

She could not get away from him.

Each of them was in deep thought.