My billionaire husband spoils me too much

Chapter 161

"Christina, do you really know Derek?"

A stretch black Bugatti drove steadily towards the Fishers. The car was spacious and comfortable, but

the atmosphere in it was strange.

Charles stared at the woman across from him with a complicated look. "Hey, Christina, last time you

said..."

Last time, Christina said that she had known Derek a long time ago.

He thought that she was only joking then because it was impossible.

Even Patrick looked sideways at her, raised his eyebrows slightly, and wanted to say something.

"I don't like this gift."

Christina did not catch on the topic. She shoved the expensive black paper bag in her hand directly to

Patrick, and her words were obviously disdainful.

Patrick glanced at the gift bag in his hand. Of course, he knew that this woman's face had been

darkened since she got into the car, so it was obvious that she was unhappy.

"About your friend, I'll let the HR department handle it..." Patrick guessed that she had lost her temper

because of Crystal.

"I don't want your help."

Christina turned her head to the window and refused ambitiously.

Charles was speechless. The naughty girl did not say anything useful. She could have gotten some

benefits but she was actually dared to refuse.

He couldn't help but say, "Patrick, Christina doesn't have any experience in this field. Just do whatever

you want. She doesn't understand..." The company could not be affected by this woman!

Patrick never thought about what Charles had said. He had no need to worry about the dismissal of an

ordinary employee. If the solution could appease Christina, it would be worth it.

But Christina, who was looking at the view through the car window, suddenly became furious.

As if she had been provoked by something, she immediately said, "Charles, I don't understand what

you're saying. I don't understand you profiteers, but have I ever interfered with you? I won't and I don't

care about your stupid things."

"Barbara's solution is not related to you. Christina, don't think about these meaningless affairs all day

long..."

"Nonsense. Charles, what you mean is that I've done nothing but become a breeding tool. I am just a

hindrance to you, right?"

The more Christina said, the angrier she became. "Barbara can do whatever she wants to do. It's good

for Crystal to leave. Otherwise, she will be traped in some big troubles one day."

Charles felt it was a little unusual to see her so angry as if she had been annoyed by someone before.

According to the past experience, he thought for a second and decided to shut up so as not to be

cannon fodder.

Christina saw that Charles no longer provoked her, and did not say anything. She turned her head

angrily to avoid seeing them.

"... Take it."

Patrick saw her face flushed with anger, and he glanced sideways at the bodyguard in the corner,

motioning for a glass of water to be poured to her.

The luxurious car had drinking water and beverages. The beverages were all mango-flavored, which

made Charles very speechless.

Patrick was born allergic to mangoes, but Christina loved mango flavors. How doomed the love was.

Christina took two sips of the water. She was really thirsty. Her beautiful big eyes glanced at Charles,

and she felt more uncomfortable with him.

She warned, "Charles, don't give awful ideas all day long. Don't teach Patrick bad." Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

Charles felt inexplicable and subconsciously wanted to retort, but for safety's sake, he sneaked a peek

at Patrick.

The man was turned to be in a good mood when he saw his wife bullying his good brother.

It was because the words sounded like Christina was protecting Patrick.

"Charles, don't deny it. You must have asked Barbara to buy this scarf for me. Hmph."

There was still some distance to the Fishers. As long as Christina was bored on the way, she would

complain with Charles. Her words were firm, and certainly including some resentment.

She was really angry that Barbara gave her such a scarf.

Patrick didn't know how to make a woman happy. After all, Charles must have had this bad idea. It was

he who asked Barbara to choose a suitable gift for her.

But whatever Barbara gave her, she didn't think it was appropriate.

"I think Barbara has a good taste. This white scarf is of excellent quality. From a top brand. How could it

offend you, Miss Dickens?" Charles admitted, opened the bag, took a look, and felt that there was

nothing wrong with it.

This morning, he went to the hospital with Patrick to visit Barbara. She looked much better and said

she was going to leave the hospital and go shopping.

Just a few days ago, Patrick did a big favor to the Shepherd Family. His father kept saying that they

should thank Patrick, so he came up with an idea to give Christina some gifts in the name of Patrick.

Anyway, if Christina was happy, Patrick must be happy, too.

He didn't expect this woman would dislike it. She was really so hard to serve.

Patrick took a look at the white scarf. It was actually light gray, but it was made of pure silk. It was

printed with low-key purple floral patterns. It was exquisite and shined some flash of colors in it. It was

made of very good material.

"You don't like it?"

Christina grimaced and stuffed the cup back into Patrick's hand. She was a little willful. "I just don't like

it."

Charles was so depressed. Fine, Miss Dickens said she didn't like it, and the value of this thing

immediately dropped.

Patrick didn't say anything. He threw the scarf under the car and thought for a while. "Red suits you."

Christina was not suitable for white, she was not gentle, and she was not suitable for keeping a low

profile. She was born with a flamboyant temperament, her figure and facial features were always eye-

catching. Some people did not dare to wear stunning red, but her white and tender skin just made her

more enchanting and attractive in it.

Patrick loved her so much when she wore a red silk nightgown. Every time she wore that color, she

would be treated by him in bed vehemently.

"I don't like red." Christina had a grudge.

It didn't matter what color it was. "No woman would like a gift picked by her rival..."

A woman was so happy to receive a gift from a man, but the gift was chosen by another woman. That

was ok. There was nothing wrong with choosing a gift from a different perspective, but just thought

about it made Christina feel bad.

"Gift means your heart. If you have no idea what gift I will accept, then don't give it to me. If I say I like it

this time, then you will consider that whatever Barbara likes in the future, I'll like it, too, right?"

Christina looked unhappy and glared at the two men.

These men who were struggling in the workplace really had the low EQ to treat women.

Charles had an epiphany on his face and sighed in a little indifference. "No wonder Marie wasn't very

happy the other day." That Marie was already his ex-girlfriend.

How could a woman be so direct when she was dissatisfied? It was she, Christina, who was just so

bold.

Christina gave him a word straight away. "Stupid!"

Charles's face darkened. Patrick looked at the woman beside him and laughed in a good mood.

Christina was a little tired, and her head naturally rested on Patrick's shoulder. Looking at Charles, she

felt a little smug. She glanced at the window from the corner of her eyes and showed a slight

nervousness. the Fishers was almost here...

Patrick supported her with his right hand and then simply hugged her to make her feel more

comfortable.

Charles looked out expressionlessly. He didn't want to see the annoying couple anymore. "How could

he leave me alone like this? What a sin!" Charles thought.