Female Novel
Chapter 452
When Christina returned to the Eastern Garden, Nanny Faang warmly pushed her to the kitchen to
have some tonics. She said that Christina had stayed up too much recently and that it would be good
for her health.
"How does it taste? Do you like it?" Nanny Faang had been doing a great job tending to Christina's
necessities.
Christina was very grateful. Nanny Faang was considerate and treated her like her own child. She
knew that like everyone else in the Hopkins family, Nanny Faang was doing this for the sake of Patrick.
"Patrick hasn't eaten much during the past few days. He's not in a good mood." Nanny Faang gingerly
mentioned this while Christina was having the tonics.
Christina knew Nanny Faang was asking for her help, judging from her tone. She put down the bowl
and spoon and asked, "Did Patrick lose his temper at the servants?"
The servants in the Hopkins family were especially afraid of him. Maids in some rich families might
seduce their masters, but this would never happen here because they were afraid of Patrick.
Sometimes, some new maids would beg Christina to ask Patrick to let them go after making mistakes.
"He rarely lashes out at them," Nanny Faang said softly. "He flew into a rage when those servants
didn't take good care of you and let you run away."
The servants of the Hopkins family were afraid of Patrick not mainly because he was hot-tempered, but
because he was very cold. He was born with a noble aura of indifference that scared the servants to
the guts.
Christina muttered to herself, "I thought he scolded someone."
Nanny Faang was amused and chuckled. "Patrick rarely shows his emotions in front of outsiders."
Her words sent Christina into thinking. She also knew no one could make Patrick angry. It was probably
only after they two got married that he often got angry.
"Today, I brought a few maids into the study to do cleaning and found a lot of cigarette butts." Nanny
Faang looked at Christina and said sincerely, "He seems to be in a bad mood in the past few days. If
you have time, talk to him and ask him not to bottle things up."
"I will."
With mixed feelings, Christina nodded.
She knew that Patrick had been upset about the Derek situation. She had seen him smoking silently,
depressed.
After finishing her tonics, she got up and walked upstairs to the study.
Christina was a little depressed now. She felt guilty for not caring about him as much as Nanny Faang
did.
Thinking that he was angry, she walked into the study, only to find him watching someone on his
computer alone. He seemed to be in a good mood.
Patrick was sitting at his big desk, watching attentively at the screen. It was as if he saw something.
Surprise flashed through his usually cold eyes, and then he put on a faint smile.
"What are you watching?"
Only then did Patrick notice that she had been in. She was the only one who was allowed to enter his
study.
Before Patrick could answer, Christina heard the familiar voice coming from the screen. She
immediately approached him and shouted angrily, "No! Don't look at it!" She immediately blocked the
screen.
"... This is humiliating!" Five-year-old Christina was on the screen. At that time, she had been forced to
learn the piano by her family. She had been too lively, so it was torture for her to sit in front of the piano
and practice repeatedly.
Her piano teacher had been strict, so she had always played the piano while crying. In her childish
voice, she sobbed, "I don't want to learn this. I don't want to learn..."
Dressed in a beautiful dress with her hair braided, the pretty, lovely girl was sitting in front of the
elegant grand piano, crying bitterly while playing the piano with her chubby little hands.
This scene was very interesting.
Patrick's face lit up.
Seeing him smile, Christina moved away and let him watch the video although she was still
embarrassed. She muttered, "Why are you watching this?"
Patrick looked at her and did not answer.
"Where are the videos taken when you were a child..." Christina felt that there must be a lot of videos of
him while he grew up.
"They are boring," he said flatly.
His life seemed to be boring.
Christina noticed that the anxious and unconfident look in his eyes. He had indeed been busy in the
past few days. He looked haggard now.
She wanted to say something, but Patrick was very sensitive. He stood up and said, "I have something
to do. I am going out..."
He seemed to be avoiding her.
"Where are you going? Go downstairs and eat." Christina walked over and hugged him from behind.
Patrick stopped.
He seemed to be surprised and stood still for a while before he said in a low voice, "I'm not hungry."
"Then sleep for a while with me," said Christina.
Patrick turned around and looked at her with mixed emotions in his eyes.
Christina was stunned by her own words. She quickly explained, "I, I mean, we have been busy
recently and didn't sleep well. So why not take a nap with me..."
Seeing that he didn't respond, she was guilty and decided to act a bit more shamelessly. "I haven't
been sleeping well at home alone recently. Don't stay up every day or always go on business. I can
only see you a few times every day..."novelbin
Patrick looked into her eyes, stroked her long hair, and said in a low voice, "Let's go then."
Patrick hugged her tightly and quickly fell asleep.
Christina was not sleepy. She opened her eyes and stared at him.
She looked carefully at his eyebrows, his eyes, and his lips...
He was obviously very tired, but he refused to tell her.
She remembered his irritated side face as he smoked. In fact, she pitied him and loved him. She put
her face on his chest, listening to his heartbeat.
"... I believe you didn't do anything to Eric."
Just now, she saw in his eyes that he was a little uneasy.
Patrick slept soundly.
When he woke up, it was dark outside the window. Christina beside him also opened her eyes the
moment he woke up.
In a daze, she blurted out, "You're finally awake."
"I slept for a long time?"
Patrick's voice was a little hoarse. He turned to look at the clock on the wall and was surprised to see it
was five o'clock in the morning. It was dawn. No wonder it was so dark outside the window.
He had slept from five in the afternoon to five in the morning.
Patrick himself found it a little incredible. He had never slept so long.
"I've woken up several times." Christina stretched her arms. "Your temperature is a little high. Maybe
you have a cold."
As she spoke, she took the thermometer on the bedside table, then turned over, and leaned over
Patrick. "Don't move." She took his temperature. It was 99.5 degrees F. and slightly higher.
"It's more accurate to take it once more..." She pressed his head.
Patrick readily let her do anything to him. Looking at her side face as she studied the thermometer
seriously, he suddenly smiled and put his hands around her waist. "Didn't you have dinner?" His voice
was hoarse.
She said she had woken up a few times and just stretched. Therefore, he knew that she hadn't gotten
up.
"I'm not hungry, but I really need to go to the bathroom," Christina complained.
She had two bowls of tonics when she came back. If he hadn't slept so soundly, she would have
pushed him away and rushed to the bathroom. She had been holding it in for a long time.
He suddenly laughed and was aroused.
"Christina..." He called her name in a low, hoarse voice, and his emotions and desires were revealed
clearly.
She was his wife. No one could change it.