Spoil My Errant Wife

Chapter 290 

Misfortunes never came singly.It never rained but it poured.

Christina carried two bags of trash to the first floor of the community and threw them away.

When she was in the elevator, a few male residents stared at her.

She was afraid to be found out, ill-at-ease all the way.She was simply wearing a lavender silk nightgown.

Fortunately, in such a cold winter, she had remembered to put on an overcoat, a dark green one in the Korean style, which made her much more stunning.

She was very attractive but in blue.She had forgotten to take the money and her cell phone...

No underwear, either.

Most importantly, the key to her home.

Wondering if these bad things would happen to others who rented a house, she lowered her head and stared at her fair and tender feet.

She could not help but sigh, walking in the neighborhood in flip-flops, sloppy.She was so ashamed that she wondered how she had survived all those years.

Maybe due to her catching a cold and getting a low fever, she forgot all these things.

For the first time, she did up all the buttons on her overcoat conservatively and went to the property administration office for help.

But it seemed that she was unfortunate.

"Hello, I'm a novice, so I don't know where the spare key is.Why don't you wait a minute?"

She looked at him and said, "When can I get the key?"

She subconsciously wrapped her overcoat, feeling awkward...

"Please call someone and ask.I am in a hurry to go home."

The officer didn't know the reason but confronted with such a beautiful woman, he promised to deal with it as soon as possible.

Additionally, he asked shyly if she wanted to sit in the rest room to wait.

"No, thank you."

She decided to go back to her apartment to wait.

It was 10 p.m.

Looking at the elevator entrance, there was a group of commuters who had just returned waiting for the elevator.

So she rationally decided to take the stairs.

She didn't want to take the lift with others due to the underwear.She sighed again.

There was some dust in the staircase, probably because there were few people passing by, the cleaners didn't sweep it.

At this time, she was the only one there, with her footsteps echoing.

With the lights on one by one because of her footsteps, it was very quiet.NôvelDrama.Org owns this.

She had to climb four flights of stairs.

Since she was not in a hurry, she lowered her head and walked slowly.

Just now, she heard that the officer called.

It seemed that the other officers had gone for a midnight snack.

So they would not come back within an hour at least.

"It means that she has to wait for at least an hour..."

She was upset.

If they forgot to return, she might spend the night in front of her door.

"Why not borrow a phone from a neighbor and ask Crystal to come over?"

She always thought of Crystal at critical moments.

Thinking about it, she suddenly bumped into a person because she never looked ahead while walking.She was shocked and looked up.

"You..."

She felt even more confused.It was a little dim, so what she saw was blurry.

She wondered if he was an illusion or real.

"Walk carefully." His voice suddenly broke forth.

So familiar the tone was, low but powerful.

She recognized his voice and screamed in panic, scared or astonished, "Why are you here?"

Patrick ignored her.He turned around and continued walking up the stairs.

She stood there in a daze for a second.She noticed that her home was on the left, but he kept walking...

"Patrick, you're the psycho in 502!"

She remembered something so her tone was a little complicated.She quickened her pace and caught up with him.

At this moment, the man standing in front of room 502 turned to look at her, as if he was dissatisfied with her "Psychopath."

He frowned with his eyes sharp in the dark.

She hesitated and stopped at the exit, five meters away from him.

"Why, why are you living here?"

His gaze made her uncomfortable, but she chose to ask.She waited nervously for his reply.She had suspected that the tenant upstairs was an acquaintance.She had wondered if it might be him.

At that time, it was just a guess, but now she met him here.

Her heart beat faster, with an indescribable emotion: nervousness, confusion, and a little joy.

However, he didn't say anything.He just took out the key and opened the door.

"Patrick, why are you living here?"

His indifference made her anxious.

She did not believe Mr.Hopkins would come to such a small apartment in the old district for no reason.

He could own this neighborhood by writing a project plan.

She had an idea in her mind, but she did not dare to fantasize about it.

Everything had been different.

She was just an ordinary person now.

She did not dare and did not have the confidence to fantasize if he had done this for her.

"Patrick, I'm talking to you!"

The truth seemed ready to come out at her call.

She really wanted to know the answer.So she shouted his name and became more anxious.

He was the one who was caught, but why was she the one who got nervous and anxious? He pushed open the door calmly and turned a deaf ear to her words.

However, he entered the room but paused to turn around, with his sharp eyes clear and unfamiliar.

"Do you want the advertising of the IP&G Group?"

She got completely silent.

If she had been forced to be anxious just now, it was really ironic, compared with his calm tone now.She cared about him very much.

But he simply was not to give a rap.

She did not understand why he suddenly asked her about the advertisement.

An idea flashed through her mind: she had never understood him.

She looked at him quietly.

The man seemed to be as far apart from her as heaven and earth.

"If you want it, come in with me."

His voice was colder and he became more agitated.

"Why are you calling me to go in?"

Her expression was a little indifferent.

Suddenly, she didn't want to get close to him.

She felt that he was really strange to her.

She didn't want to see him and didn't want to believe that he had become so cold.

Every time she saw him, she couldn't help but feel happy but there was more disappointment waiting for her.

It seemed that he didn't like her expression, so he reminded her angrily, "Miss Dickens, what do you think we would do in a room?"

"You've been doing well in the crew lately.You've made it to the top four thanks to Charles Shepherd...You should know the rules very well.Haven't you learned how to cater to a man?"

She didn't know how to react but just froze.

Then she heard him stride straight into room 502.

The sound of his footsteps was a little loud.She had thought that he was just pouring ridicule on her.

She was not good at counterattacks when it came to speech.So she held back her anger and prepared to go back home.

"No matter how Charles protects you, it's useless.If you don't come in tonight, you'll be out immediately tomorrow morning"

"Patrick, don't go too far!"

She was furious and rushed in regardless of everything.She said angrily in darkness in room 502.

He did not turn on the light, standing in the room.He was like a demon in darkness as if he had guessed she would be provoked.

And when she ran in, she would fall into his arms.She felt herself useless.

The moment she embraced him, all her emotions were gone.

In fact, she had been missing him very much.Patrick directly began to kiss her.She could not tell what she was feeling, as if her soul had been emptied.

She was a little angry, so she reached out to push him, not wanting him to succeed.

In the end, she was tired and somehow she fell asleep, with a funny idea in her mind when she closed her eyes.