Female Novel
Chapter 413
"Did grandpa say he wouldn't be back until a few more days?"
Christina was surprised to hear Patrick say the old man was not coming back yet. She thought that
Senior Mr. Hopkins would feel odd to live in other houses.
Nanny Faang was busy changing their new sheets. When she heard their conversation, she remained
silent.
It seemed that their Young Master Hopkins did not want the Senior Mr. Hopkins to come back so soon.
Young Master Hopkins was really protective. Christina was not angry for being driven out before, but he
was.
"Mrs. Hopkins, do you like this pattern of bedsheets?"
Nanny Faang changed the sheet with a set of light blue silk jacquard sheets. No one had slept in this
bed for a long time.
Christina and Patrick turned to look at the big bed at the same time. They were thinking of the same
thing. Their eyes met. Then Christina quickly looked away. They were going to to sleep together... They
hadn't shared a bed for a long time.
"Yes."
She lowered her head and fiddled with the clothes in her hands. She had always liked blue, and people
in the Hopkins family seemed to know her preferences very well.
Nanny Faang smiled, put the pillow in place neatly, and walked out.
Patrick had just taken a quick shower in another bathroom. He had changed into a new outfit. His
custom-made expensive shirt and trousers made him even more handsome. He stared at her side face
with much affection and desire.
"I'm going to take a bath." Christina hurried into the bathroom.
Outside the bathroom door, she heard a low laugh. He seemed to have walked out of the bedroom to
the study.
Christina was soaking in the warm water in the bathtub. She felt relaxed and comfortable, but her brain
was still thinking a lot of things.
For example, if they were to sleep in the same bed, would he touch her? Although it wasn't their first
time, they hadn't had sex for a long time...
"The wound on his back hasn't scarred yet. Did his wound touch the water in the shower just now..."
Patrick had a back injury. If this man slept with her in the same bed, what if he wanted to... He still
couldn't move too much for the time being.
Christina's face was getting redder and redder, and her mind was filled with sensual things.
She took a bath for half an hour. When she came out of the bathroom, she found that Patrick was not in
bed. He went to the study. She was sleepy. But she thought about going to the nursery to see her son
now or lying on the bed to rest up and try to refuse him if he wanted to have sex with her at night.
Considering that Patrick was an energetic man, it was still difficult to refuse him. In the end, she
decided to lie down in her new bed and visit her son later.
It had been a long time since she was in the main bedroom and lay on the big bed. Christina did not
feel that the bed was unfamiliar. She turned over comfortably and quickly fell asleep.
It was 8 p.m. when she woke up.
Seeing this time, she quickly got up. It was late for dinner in the Hopkins family. Usually, they would
have dinner around 7 o'clock.
"The Senior Mr. Hopkins has gone out to visit. Madam and Miss Brianna will come back from the united
states tomorrow, so Young Master Hopkins told us to cook for you when you wake up. The soups are
still warm..."
There was a maid waiting outside. When Christina pushed the door open, a young maid came forward
with a smile. She was more considerate and sweet than the waitress in a star hotel. Ordinary people
would feel uncomfortable living in the Hopkins family. Those small apartments and villas could only
have one or two maids, but the Hopkins family was different. The large villas were distributed within the
high walls, with few masters and many servants.
Previously, she wanted to ask Crystal to accompany her to the Hopkins family, but Crystal immediately
refused, joking that the Hopkins family was like the ancient palace. She dared not stay here.
"What are you thinking?" Patrick's deep voice suddenly sounded behind her.
Christina turned around and saw him.
Patrick had just come out of the study. She guessed that the servant had informed him that she was
awake, so he came out of the study. They walked side by side towards the main house.
"Patrick, did you buy the two old apartments we rented, 402 and 502?"
She remembered that when she went back to pack her things, she was told by her stingy landlord that
her apartment was bought by a man surnamed Hopkins.
"Yes."
He didn't explain much. He just said yes.
"Patrick, what do you think of that small apartment?" She suddenly became interested.
"Narrow, small, old."
Mr. Hopkins was straightforward. He had been living there for a few months because she insisted on
choosing such a small and old apartment. He could only live upstairs.
Of course, Christina knew that he disliked that apartment. She turned her head to look at the views and
said, "I think a smaller house is nice."
Patrick looked at her in a daze. After thinking for a while, he continued to walk with her to the main
house without saying anything.
The servants were busy preparing dinner.
Christina went to the living room to sit down and wait for food. She talked to Nanny Faang about her
twin sons.
Christina's twin sons were born by a c-section a month before the due date. The two babies were
premature. Fortunately, they were taken care of carefully later. Now that they were half a year old, they
were considered healthy. However, there was a small problem that the babies loved to cry.
"Cry?"
Christina listened to Nanny Faang telling her something about the children.
She frowned and thought for a moment. She turned around, looked at the man beside her, and said
seriously. "I didn't cry when I was a child. They must have got that from Patrick..."
Nanny Faang couldn't help but laugh.
Young Master Hopkins was good when he was a child. He didn't cry or make a scene even when he
fell.
Patrick looked up, glanced at her casually, and then continued to read the newspaper in his hand
without saying anything.
Nanny Faang knew that Young Master Hopkins allowed them to talk about him by not saying anything.
Normally, no one dared to comment on him. If the Senior Mr. Hopkins heard this, he would be amused.
With Christina around, the Hopkins family seemed more lively.
"Dinner time."
Patrick put down the newspaper in his hand and went to the dining room to wash his hands. Nanny
Faang immediately went into the kitchen and ordered the dishes to be served.
The table in Hopkins family was long. Now she and Patrick were eating. The table was full of rich
dishes, all of which she liked to eat. She buried her head in it and had a good appetite. She ate an
extra half bowl of rice.
"Mrs. Hopkins, do you like the dishes cooked by this new chef?"
Seeing that she had a good appetite, Nanny Faang immediately gave her another half bowl of sea
cucumber soup and asked her happily.
It had been half a year since Christina left the Hopkins family. At that time, she was pregnant and was
very picky about food. In the past, the cook was always jittery. Patrick had changed several batches of
chefs. Nanny Faang was happy and relieved to see that she was enjoying the food so much now.
Looking at the way Nanny Faang looked at her, Christina felt a little sorry.
Subconsciously, she looked at Patrick beside her. He was still eating as gracefully as usual. He was not
picky about food.
She had been a picky eater since she was a child. She would definitely pick out the scallion grains in
the noodle soup, but she would eat a few mouthfuls of the stir-fried scallion pieces. She would not even
eat the stuffing of steamed buns... She was often scolded by her father and grandfather, and even
Senior Mr. Hopkins would glare at her, but Patrick never said anything to her.
He was really nice to her.
In fact, she knew it before. Patrick had always done a lot for her, but he never told her. Christina
admitted that she was relatively insensitive. She needed time to know him.
As for Patrick, why did he know her temper and preferences so well from the beginning?
Patrick had a lot of work to do. Before he finished dinner, he had a call. Christina saw that he was
talking about business on the phone. She whispered to him that she would go to the nursery to see the
twins. Before he could answer, she left the table.
[In the nursery]
The two little boys were still sleeping soundly on the small bed. Their little faces were tender, their eyes
were closed, and their eyelashes were long. They looked cute and innocent. They were wrapped in soft
quilts. They breathed softly and were quiet.
Christina squatted by the bed and stared at the babies.
"Mrs. Hopkins, do you want to hug them?" In the nursery, the maid asked her in a low voice.
They were her sons, but Christina had never hugged them. She didn't know how it felt to hold such anovelbin
small baby.
"No, let them sleep." Christina lowered her voice.
She calmly refused, but she was amazed. Her babies looked weak as if she had to be very careful to
hold them. If she used too much force, she would hurt them.
She heard that children needed much sleep when they were little. They needed to sleep more than 15
hours a day.
She had never breastfed them, changed their diapers, or hugged them... But when she stayed by the
children's bed and looked at their quiet and sleeping faces, she felt very calm.
"Can I sleep here tonight?" She suddenly asked.
The maid didn't know how to answer for a moment. A tall figure came in from outside the door. "We can
take them to our bedroom."
Christina turned around and saw Patrick standing outside the door.
The maid hesitated and then nodded. "Yes." If Senior Mr. Hopkins was at home, he would definitely
disagree. But Mr. Hopkins had the final say.
The maid carefully picked up the babies, while others gently moved the small bed to the master
bedroom in the east. Everyone moved very gently, but these movements still woke the babies up.
The babies burst into tears.
The maid held the babies in her arms and patted him nervously. As usual, their little young masters
really loved to cry so much that they wouldn't stop no matter what.
It was the first time Christina had heard their cry. They sounded sad.
She got closer and saw the children crying, their eyes glistening with tears, and their blue eyes were
clear and beautiful.
Her sons were beautiful. Their good looks were probably inherited from Patrick.
Christina didn't rush to comfort them as other mothers would do. She looked at the babies for a while
and reached out to touch one baby's soft little face. "You're crying so hard."
The maid was surprised.
Almost subconsciously, she asked, "Mrs. Hopkins, do you want to hug him?" Although she was not as
enthusiastic as other mothers, she could feel that their Junior Mrs. Hopkins liked her children very
much.
Christina had a mixed expression. Then she turned around and suddenly said, "Patrick, you hug him."
Patrick was confused for a second.
Patrick did not say anything. He walked over and held his crying son in his broad arms. He held the
little boy in one hand and looked at Christina with affectionate eyes.
He could tell that this woman wanted to hold the baby very much, but she was a little timid.
Christina had a lot of courage, but she was very slow to use her courage. She would not easily get
close to others. She needed time to adapt and accept. He had to be patient enough. He knew her that
well.
With one look, he knew what she wanted.
Christina looked at the other baby. She grabbed Patrick's arm and reminded him, "And that, you forgot
his brother."
The brother didn't like to cry. It was his little brother who loved to cry. But when his brother cried, he
followed. The one who cried more would get more attention.
The servants in the room had mixed feelings. They looked at the Young Master Hopkins holding his two
babies in his arms.
The babies were tired from crying. Their little heads were on their father's left and right shoulders. And
Junior Mrs. Hopkins followed closely. She was curious and surprised. She spoke in a low voice.
"Patrick, they're not crying anymore."
"Patrick, they're looking at me."
"Are they hungry..."
Patrick held the two children in his arms and walked steadily. He looked at the road ahead and did not
answer her. He listened quietly as she kept asking curiously. His heart softened a little.
He liked her like this. She looked at him and talked to him a lot. It was good.