My billionaire husband spoils me too much

Chapter 318

"Why are you here?"

When Crystal looked up and saw clearly the man, she asked him with hesitation, "Why are you here?"

Chandler rushed over with a briefcase. He frowned and watched her squatting on the dirty stone steps

in a mess.

Seeing her tear-stained face, he suddenly became angry and raised his voice, "I'm asking you. Why

are you here alone?"

Perhaps because he suddenly raised his voice with anger, Crystal looked at him with redder eyes. Her

eyes were full of grievances and tears. Crystal couldn't help but cry. "I, I... I don't know. I seem to mess

up with everything. I'm useless."

As she cried, she tried to speak, but her voice was vague. Crystal seemed to be a quiet and timid

person who was frightened. She couldn't stop crying.

Seeing her aggrieved face and crying, Chandler was panicked. He once teased her but she didn't get

angry. He didn't know which bastard had bullied her.

"Why are your clothes wet?"

Chandler put the briefcase aside and squatted down to look at her carefully. Then he found very

obvious finger marks on her cheeks.

Chandler was so furious that he asked anxiously, "Who did this?"

For a long time, no one squatted in front of her like this and spoke to her in that gentle voice. Crystal

was touched and rushed over to hold the person in front of her. She muttered to explain, "I, I really

don't have money. They want millions. What should I do? I can't make that much money. I know I'm

useless..."

Chandler could not hear what she was saying. Her sudden hugging him tightly scared him stiff for a

second, and there was nervousness on his handsome face.

He rarely touched women's bodies.

Chandler sighed and was hesitating if he should push her away now, but soon Chandler noticed that

the woman had a high temperature. He didn't know how long she had been wet in the cold wind.

It was also a coincidence that he came here today. A company wanted to cooperate with his company. Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

And after signing the contract, he left with his assistant to go back to the city center. He glanced at the

window in boredom and found a familiar figure.

In fact, he came over with uncertainty. He didn't expect it to be Crystal, the little fool.

The woman in his arms was still crying as if she had suffered a great grievance. It was probably

because she had been a punching bag for too long and was bullied very badly today.

Looking down at her cheeks with tears, Chandler hesitated for a long time before saying, "Crystal, don't

rub your tears and snot on my clothes." He teased her as usual, but this time he said that with

hesitation.

Perhaps because Crystal had cried for too long, she burped in Chandler's arms. She reacted slowly

and shouted angrily, "Why do you always say inappropriate words?"

Chandler was surprised. "Are you getting bolder when you're sick?"

"A dead pig is not afraid of boiling water!"

The "Pig" in his arms actually dared to refute. Chandler didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He wanted

to scold her, but he couldn't say it when he saw the woman's red nose and aggrieved look.

Chandler took the phone from his pocket and called his assistant to come to pick them up. He held the

half-asleep woman in his arms and went into the back seat of the car. Then he told the assistant

Crystal's address.

After Crystal was sent home, she was already asleep.

He quickly assigned his work to his assistant and stayed at her place.

Looking at the woman who was sleeping soundly on the bed Chandler sigh.

Christina had left a lot of medicine in his house before, so Chandler rummaged through the boxes and

quickly found the medicine for cold and fever.

With half a cup of warm water in his hands, Chandler sat at the head of the bed. He lifted Crystal up

and leaned her against his chest. Chandler whispered into her ear, "Crystal, wake up. Take some

medicine before you sleep."

Chandler felt as if he was coaxing the child to take medicine, and the only thing he was glad about was

that Crystal was very easy to be coaxed. She almost instinctively cooperated obediently. just as her

temperament. If it was Christina, it would really be a headache for Chandler to handle.

Chandler gently put her back on the bed, covered her. Looking at the dried tears on her face, Chandler

had mixed feelings and was a little angry.

Chandler turned around and went to the bathroom quietly. He wet the towel with warm water. Then he

walked back to the bedside and carefully cleaned Chandler's face. Chandler didn't seem to be used to

that, so she turned over uncomfortably.

"You're always restless when you are sick," Chandler complained in a low voice.

But when she turned over, Chandler thought of something else. Her clothes were wet. How could he

help her change them?

Although he had stayed in the same suite with her in the C City last time, Chandler slept on the sofa for

the night and didn't look at her at all. But now he had to face her...

Chandler was shocked for a minute. He, who was calm in the face of countless business problems,

suddenly became a little confused.

In fact, he and Erica slept in different rooms. Only he and Erica knew about this.

"Crystal, take off your clothes," Chandler said to the air playfully, thinking that this woman could solve

the problem automatically.

Of course, that was impossible.

Chandler looked at the sleeping woman. He began to suspect that his thoughts were getting more and

more childish because he had been a father for too long. No, actually, he became like this afetr he had

met Crystal.

In other words, this woman made his IQ lower and lower.

Five minutes later, Chandler came to the conclusion that being in his thirties, he still dared not take off

a woman's clothes.

It was really embarrassing.

Chandler took off his glasses. He hoped that he could not see things clearly in this way. He walked to

the bed, bent down, and lifted the quilt. Then he unbuttoned her coat, threw it away. And for the

bottomed shirt inside, it had to be pulled out of her head...

He took off her shoes and her black tights, which were a little wet. It was not good for her to sleep in

them... Chandler sighed again and turned his head with a complicated expression. His movements

were very stiff.

"You idiot wouldn't know anything even if you had been raped."

In the end, Chandler did all the job. Standing by the bed and looking at the sleeping face angrily,

Chandler wanted to complain very much.

Although he wanted to complain, staring at her face, Chandler couldn't help but curve the corner of his

mouth.

Crystal looked very ordinary. She was 1.58 meters high and had nothing special. She was just a very

ordinary girl.

Having a good temper, Crystal was kind and positive. Occasionally, when he saw her secretly collecting

coupons, Crystal would be happy all day as if she had taken a big advantage.

The world was too impetuous, so he felt that such a simple girl was very good.

Crystal slept soundly and had a dream. Perhaps she dreamed of something beautiful. There was a

satisfied smile on her sleeping face. She looked quiet and obedient.

Looking at the clock on the wall, Chandler saw that it was 6 pm.

Christina had been waiting at home for a long time. Crystal had said that she was coming to go

shopping with Christina. Why hadn't she arrived yet? Christina had made several more calls, but

Crystal still hadn't answered.

"What is she busy with?" Recently, Crystal often stood her up.

She guessed it might have something to do with Chandler or Geoffrey.

However, Crystal had always been very considerate and would tell Christina if she wasn't able to come.

Even when Crystal suddenly missed the appointment last Christmas, she called Christina to inform her.

Christina suddenly felt that something was wrong. She had to go to Crystal's house to see what

happened.

Quickly packing her wallet and phone, changing her clothes and shoes, Christina opened the door and

ran out.

But as soon as the door was opened by her, Christina was shocked.

"You..." Christina was shocked. She didn't expect Patri ck to be at her door.

"Where are you going?"

Instead, Patrick was a little hurried with his deep voice. He questioned her suddenly and he suddenly

grabbed her wrist with his right hand, as if he didn't want her to run away.

Patrick held Christina's wrist so tightly that Christina felt pain and wanted to show her anger. But then

she saw his deep eyes, and his cold face, which was fair and looked a little red.

Christina frowned and stared at him. Even his palm was burning. "Patrick, are you sick?"