Female Novel
Chapter 405
It was already 12 o'clock at midnight when Christina returned to the Dickens family.novelbin
"Why are you back so late?"
Betty heard the doorbell ringing and immediately went to open the door. However, she saw not only
Christina but another uninvited guest, which surprised her.
"Auntie," Christina called out to her.
Betty came back to her senses and noticed that Christina looked a little angry, while the handsome
Patrick looked indifferent, standing there with two large bags of expensive gifts in his hands.
Christina's face turned sullen.
They could have easily come back by plane, but Patrick had to take the car at midnight. This bastard
Patrick had leaned on her for a few hours, which made her shoulders so sore.
Ignoring the annoying man behind her, she strode straight into her house.
Patrick, who was standing outside the door, watched the cold woman in front stride in. He turned to
look at Betty in front of him again. His voice was neither warm nor cold, "Hello."
Betty nodded at him cautiously.
Betty had Known early that Christina was going back to the Dickens family, so she was very happy to
wait for her return in the living room. But she never thought that Patrick would come too.
"These are for you." Patrick handed over two large bags of gifts.
The Dickens family had no servant at home, and no one came forward to take what he was holding.
Patrick was not used to it and had to mention it. Betty paused for a second and immediately reached
out to take the gifts. Just as she was going to say something courteous to thank him, a shout came out
of the room.
"I told you to go back to the Dickens family immediately and don't wander around, but you don't listen
to me. Must you make your aunt and grandma worry about you all day? How old are you... At 7 o'clock
I have asked you to come back. What are you dawdling about? Why do you stay out until midnight so
that we have to wait..."
Donald had a bad temper and scolded Christina angrily.
Christina was silent being scolded by her father like this and did not dare to say a word.
Patrick frowned and strode into the room regardless of etiquette, "I asked her to come back to the
Hopkins family with me first." His voice was naturally low and deep, which was intimidating.
What he meant was that he wanted her to go back to the Hopkins family with him first. So did anyone
have an issue with that?
Donald was originally lecturing his unfilial daughter. When he heard this voice, he raised his head and
glared, feeling even more unhappy.
He was lecturing his daughter, and did it have anything to do with this Patrick?
Donald's face darkened, and he deliberately ignored Patrick.
He glared at Christina angrily with a colder voice, "Who allows you to bring him back?"
Christina had originally lowered her head to receive the lecturing. Seeing that her father was furious,
she immediately glanced at the man behind her and explained hurriedly, "Dad, it's none of my
business. He insisted on coming himself."
Christina was so honest and wouldn't talk back after being scolded, and she was even in a hurry to get
rid of him.
Patrick looked a little displeased and controlled his anger and frustration.
Donald suddenly felt at ease and was now in a much better mood.
Betty closed the door and hurried in, trying to smooth things over, "Christina, have you had dinner yet?
We have supper snacks at home..."
"I'm not hungry. I had some soup in the Hopkins family," Christina replied truthfully.
"It's good that you've eaten. Your grandmother and I are still worried that you'll come back with an
empty stomach," Betty looked at Donald with some resentment, "So is your father. He knows that you
must be hungry and tired when you came back from Switzerland, and he still insisted telling you on the
phone you return to the Dickens family immediately..."
Betty felt that Christina could come back tomorrow and didn't have to rush.
"You said you experienced an avalanche in Switzerland. What happened? Did you and Crystal suffer or
get hurt?"Betty pulled her over and roamed over her seriously.
Hearing the avalanche, Donald turned to look at her, and his eyes became serious.
Christina looked calm and said, "We stayed in the hotel for a few days. There was an avalanche in the
back of the mountain. We were not involved." She was obviously lying, but she said it so naturally.
Betty had watched her grow up and was not easily fooled. She then asked, "The news said that there
are many tourists buried in the avalanche."
"Oh, those people ran outside and unfortunately were buried in an avalanche..."
Donald widened his eyes and snorted, "You didn't run out with them?!" His tone was full of disbelief.
Christina got nervous and did not blush at all. She promised, "No, Crystal and I have been staying in
the hotel quietly waiting for help."
Patrick looked not so calm and turned to her sideways.
Probably feeling guilty, Christina quickly added, "Crystal and I are fine, but Patrick's back was injured
by knives."
These words diverted the attention of Donald and Betty. They looked at Patrick in front of them. Patrick
looked normal but was a little tired.
"It's a minor injury," Patrick then said in a low voice.
"It's good that everything is fine." Betty sighed and looked at the clock on the wall. It was getting late in
the early morning. She urged, "Christina, your room has been tidied up with clean sheets. Go and have
a good sleep first..."
Halfway through while speaking, Betty was a little embarrassed. She didn't tidy up the guest room.
Since the Dickens family didn't hire servants, she bought fewer spare things. There were no more new
sheets at home. Where would Patrick sleep tonight?
"There are no guest rooms at home," Donald said in a cold voice, obviously driving Patrick away.
He really wanted to send Patrick away.
Christina looked at her father with bright eyes, and a wave of worship rose in her mind.
Patrick looked at her expression and his handsome face darkened again. He was very determined
when facing Donald, "She and I are husband and wife."
This meant that the couple didn't need any guest room because they slept on the same bed.
Donald's face darkened, "Here is the Dickens family."
This meant that Donald had the final say here.
"Christina, come here!" Donald was unhappy that his daughter was standing too close to Patrick.
Ever since Donald was so irritated that he suffered a stroke, Christina had really become a filial
daughter. She basically did not dare to disobey her father anymore. She then walked up to Donald.
While passing by Patrick quickly, she did not forget to remind him in a low voice, "Don't irritate my
father."
Patrick glared at her and was furious.
Seeing their confrontation, Betty came up with a compromise, "Patrick, you can sleep in Christina's
room tonight."
As soon as she said that, Donald looked at her with dissatisfaction. She quickly added, "Christina will
sleep in the same room with me tonight. Will this be enough?"
"Why did you let him sleep in my room?"
Christina was half-dragged away by her aunt. She turned around and saw her father's dark face. She
muttered, "Just let Patrick go out and stay in a hotel by himself."
"You still want to watch Patrick being driven away by your father and you are gloating, right?" Betty
dragged her into her room and closed the door.
"Last time Patrick came to the Dickens family to look for you, your father was cold and drove him away.
He now still comes here again, and we can't drive him away anymore. Look at Patrick's status, can we
just randomly drive him away?"
Christina was surprised. If her father really kicked Patrick out of the door, it was hard to imagine his
expression at that time.
Perhaps it would be the first time Patrick was kicked out by someone.
Thinking about it, Christina looked a little awkward and said in a strange tone, "He himself insists on
coming. He's looking for trouble. He deserves it."
Betty laughed out of anger, "At that time, your grandmother and I were worried that he would retaliate
against us once he returned to the Hopkins family, but he didn't do anything."
In the past, she did have a prejudice against the Hopkins family and did not want Christina to have any
contact with the people from the Hopkins family. But after so many things, she slowly came up with
some other ideas.
Betty suddenly asked her, "Christina, how is your relationship with Patrick now?"
Christina looked a little complicated. She seemed to be thinking about something and did not answer.
Betty stopped asking and found a new pillow and a new set of pajamas for her. She urged, "You must
be very tired. Go to bed early. Don't think your father and I don't know that you must have suffered a lot
in Switzerland this time. Every time you caused trouble outside and come back home, you always lie
cleverly."
Christina looked guilty. She changed into her pajamas, went into bed, and fell asleep.
It turned out that Christina was also a liar, and she could lie calmly. She obviously lied a lot.
At this moment, Patrick walked into Christina's boudoir and remembered how she had lied without
making a preparation. He pursed his lips and chuckled angrily. In the past, he had always thought that
Christina was not good at lying, so he really underestimated her.
The style of Christina's boudoir was very simple. The main color for decoration was light blue, and
there were a desk, a wardrobe, and a bed. Very simple. Although it was not as big as the master
bedroom of the Hopkins family, it was generally very spacious and comfortable. She did not even put
on a table for women's makeup. Only a few skincare products were put in front of a mirror in the small
bathroom of the suite.
Patrick was in a good mood and looked around the room with some curiosity. At his age, he had always
been calm and lost such curiosity. He also found a photo album in the drawer at the bottom of the desk.
He sat on Christina's bed and checked the photo album that recorded her childhood. Each photo was
about her. There were photos of her as a newborn baby of 30 days, as a toddler who had just learned
how to walk, and as a kindergarten student who went to the kindergarten for the first time, wearing a
floral dress and two pigtails and smiling brightly...
Christina looked like her mother and had been a beauty since she was a child. She was a little fat when
she was a child. Her big black eyes were bright and looked quite lovely. Besides, she was always very
lively and energetic. These were also photos when she was angry when she was happy...
Patrick's eyes were fixed on the photos, and the corners of his lips unconsciously rose. Looking at the
room she had lived in since she was a child, he suddenly felt that his heart was consumed with
something. He could not tell how he felt like. Happiness was so simple.
Putting the photo album by the bed, Patrick was really tired.
Back then he had received news that she was trapped in Switzerland. So he had been busy for a few
days without resting to handle this. He then brought her back.
"How did she dare say that she was still waiting for help in the hotel..." He lay on his side on her bed,
took a deep breath, and muttered angrily.
Patrick soon fell asleep. This bed in this strange woman's room, which was probably the place he most
longed to come when he was young...