My billionaire husband spoils me too much

Chapter 571

Under such circumstances, Patrick recalled the first night he took her back to the Hopkins family.

She stood by the bed vigilantly and did not dare to go to bed even if she was obviously sleepy.

Patrick looked at her to notice that she was a little preoccupied and then went into the bathroom to take

a shower after taking a set of pajamas in the cloakroom.

Christina was relieved when he closed the bathroom door.

She didn’t know what to say to him and felt nervous when staying with him in the spacious master

bedroom.

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They would sleep together.

She knew she couldn’t escape tonight and planned to sleep on the right side of the bed because if

anything happened, it would be convenient for her to get out of bed and run away.

She still chose to sleep on the right. Patrick came out of the bathroom and immediately noticed she

was wrapped in a thin quilt and huddled beside the right bed like a corpse.

He turned off the bedroom headlights and left a bedside lamp with the soft light.

“If you continue to move to the side, you will fall.” Patrick reminded her angrily.

Christina trembled and she did not dare to move. Therefore, she slept on the edge of the bed and was

about to

fall.

Patrick pulled her back. “Don’t move.”

Christina stiffened nervously the whole time and blushed when she shared the same quilt with him and

felt his body temperature and smell.

Patrick remembered how many times she had bitten him with her sharp teeth and dared to snatch the

quilt from him. He was surprised to find she was honest now.

She actually blushed.

Patrick felt funny and thought it was a benefit that she became obedient when she suddenly forgot

about him,

He turned over on purpose and forcefully pressed her under him. He stared at her blushed face and

asked in a low husky voice. “Christina, do you want us to get to know her better? Maybe you’ll

remember.”

Christina looked at the man above her in a daze and even forgot to refuse.

Patrick knew she was slow on the uptake.

He unscrupulously reached into her pajamas with his slightly rough palm and gently caressed her soft

body and smooth skin.

He approached her chest.

Christina blushed and shouted angrily, “Ah, bastard, you, take it away!”

“Don’t move.”

Patrick still bent over to suppress her and stroked her chest for another minute. He tentatively stroked

the skin and patiently touched the wound on her right chest.

Patrick released her with satisfaction and lay flat on the pillow beside her. Then he noticed that she

blushed and was aggrieved and angry.

She was easier to bully now.

“Tomorrow, I’ll take you to the club to meet someone.” He said tenderly.

at all and dizzyly wrapped herself tightly in the quilt and was vigilant and

Christina did not listen to him frightened all night.

Just like the first night she married, the man beside her did not touch her while she struggled until

midnight and fell asleep unconsciously.

Patrick didn’t sleep.

Looking at her face, he felt depressed and softly said in a low voice. “Christina, I used to pretend to

forget you, but now you really forget me.”

He wondered why she forgot him easily after staying with him for two years.

The next day, when Christina woke up, she found that the man beside her had already gotten up.

She didn’t know what time he usually got up since she slept soundly last night.

Since the servants had been told in advance not to disturb her, she stayed alone until eleven o ‘clock

“He seemed to have said last night that he was taking me to meet someone?” Christina was a little

confused,

She had just sat up gently because of the injury to her chest.

“Meow!” A cat meowed from the wide balcony on the left.

Christina followed the direction of the voice and was surprised to find a glass door on the balcony was

closed by the maid because the wind from the east was very strong last night.

It was banging its cat’s head against the glass door to attract her attention in the room.

Christina was really surprised.

The cat seemed to be intelligent. When the black cat saw her turn to look over, it immediately squatted

upright to stare at her fixedly with golden eyes, wagged its tail, and waited patiently for her to come and

open the door.

Christina approached the glass door suspiciously and vigilantly. “Do I know you?”

The cat seemed to know her very well and calmly squatted down to wait for her.

However, Christina was wrong because Earl was too lazy to wait for her.

Just as Christina carefully opened the glass door, the black cat stood up and placed a yellowed folded

kraft paper in front of her from the corner of the balcony.

Then, the black cat instantly jumped down with its strong limbs. Christina only heard the sound of

movement in the grass downstairs and found it disappeared.

“This guy is too rude.” Christina lay on the balcony railing to look downstairs and muttered

discontentedly.

It seemed that this was how she used to get along with it.

She picked up the yellowed brown paper on the ground and muttered. “What is it? Who would send a

cat to deliver a letter? It can’t be a treasure map.”

“Is it really a treasure map?” Christina was surprised because she didn’t expect that it was really a

map.

The map showed islands that look like mountains, surrounded by mist.

There were geographical coordinates.

She noticed a thick dotted arrow that seemed to guide her into the island area.

Christina was confused and carefully looked at the kraft paper in her hand,

This yellowed kraft paper was very old and rough. Someone drew this map in black ink hundreds of

years ago.

She noticed that there was a line of words in the lower right corner of this ancient kraft paper.

Christina could not understand these ancient words and felt that tthe handwriting was a little worn out.

“Find an archaeologist to study these ancient characters?”

As she was packing up the kraft paper, she was surprised to notice that the back of the precious kraft

paper was lightly drawn with a modern pen.

Someone wrote Strozzi Islands.

Christina recognized the light and casual handwriting at first sight. “Eric.”

Only Derek could write something on an antique brown paper map, a very precious cultural relic.