My billionaire husband spoils me too much

Chapter 813

They used to accompany Patrick on business travels all the time. Although Partick was naturally

indifferent, they were used to it and dared to converse and jest in low voices in the cabin. But, all of a

sudden, the so-called Mrs. Hopkins appeared. On this excursion, everyone seemed wary and didn't

dare act freely.

"Mrs. Hopkins is actually such a woman." Her demeanor was a little different than they had anticipated.

After a long and tedious flight, the group of business leaders couldn't help but chat.

"Why are you in such a foul mood with a gloomy expression, Linda?"

A product director quipped that Linda should be secretly pleased because she was the only female

colleague on this trip, and being on a work trip with Patrick was a rare opportunity.

"I simply think that the world is unjust. It's just that some people's morals don't align with their actions."

Linda's statements had an implication. She cast a sidelong glance in Christina's way.

"Linda, you just got promoted. You're still young."

The man's eyes gleamed with mockery.

"You shouldn't talk about this thing. Otherwise, keeping your job will be challenging. Do you know how

Barbara ended up at that branch? Ha ha ha."

Linda was taken aback. This was the first time she'd heard of it. As expected, the company's top

executives were astute and kept their mouths shut about the thing.

"Did Christina compel her to leave?"

Linda had a negative opinion of Christina.

"I don't dare ask that question too clearly. Barbara was an alumna of Mr. Hopkins. I heard she visited

the Hopkins household frequently and went shopping with Mr. Hopkins' mother. She was likewise

capable at work, but what did she stand to gain in the end? The corporation handed her an order that

she could only go to the branch. No one would pity her for losing years of youth."

"Linda had been defeated. So, what are your thoughts on Christina, the Hopkins family's young lady?

How can we talk about this?"

As a show of support, the senior product director clapped her on the shoulder.

"As a friend, I advise you not to be stupid. All of your years of hard work can be reduced in vain by a

single word from someone. We simply cannot afford it."

Linda originally was the sole woman on this business trip at the time, but now that Christina had

arrived. Therefore, Linda was in charge of all the food, clothing, lodging, and transportation for them on

this trip.

Linda morphed from a businesswoman to a butler who accompanied her. She was furious, but she

didn't dare to express her displeasure.

"I don't want your secretary to assist me in making purchases. I can purchase them on my own."

Christina, too, was dissatisfied.

Patrick smiled and picked up a red lace bra as they got to the motel where they were scheduled to rest.

Christina's style wasn't like this.

He turned to face his enraged wife, who was seated near the bed and said. "You're going to look great

in it."

"No way! This vivid red color bothers me."

"Didn't you dress up in various red dresses when you were a kid?"

"How did you know that?" She was taken aback, then enraged. "My father and grandfather always

made me dressed as a red envelope."

With a smile on his face, Patrick's tedious work trip turned into a lot of fun because of her. He

mentioned something unexpected after looking at a lot of images and videos from her youth. "In fact,

you look great without any clothing on."

Christina was speechless with him.

She wanted to giggle while pressing her anger at the man's obscene statements.

"You are not permitted to dally with me during your business travel. Don't take off my clothes, I'm telling

you. I don't want to put on that red one!" The two adults chased each other in the enormous suite, and

Christina was ultimately pressed to bed.

"This one is definitely not for you. The size is insufficient." Patrick took a close look at his wife.

"Do you think I'm fat?"

She flung a pillow at him.

"Growing some flesh is good for you."

"What?"

Patrick was serious when he told her. "Holding you feels better."

Christina couldn't stand that he was always a serious flirt as if he were a gentleman, and she was

overthinking everything. She reacted right away, "Patrick, don't get up from the bed. Let me check your Belonging to NôvelDrama.Org.

feeling, let me touch you..."

The two of them rolled into a ball with a blast of laughing.

Patrick realized for the first time that taking his wife on a working trip was not a horrible idea.

He got up at 6:00 a.m. the next day, while Christina was expected to sleep until 11:00 a.m. He got up

silently and changed his clothing. He handed the doorman a large gratuity and urged him not to wake

her up.

"Is that your first love inside, Sir?"

Patrick was in a bad mood when he suddenly heard that.

Many people bring mistresses on business trips, and these doormen are deliberately trying to please

them.

The French doorman continued, full of lyrical romance. "When you talked just now, your eyes were full

of tenderness and happiness. You must be madly in love with her."

"She's my wife." Patrick's voice sounded solemn and halted. "She's also my first love."

The young doorman was taken aback as if he had been caught off guard. Patrick walked away when

he wanted to speak more.

Patrick had the impression that the French had an original point of view about love.

Christina awoke at 11 a.m., when it was already past noon.

The hotel personnel was courteous to her. In her suite, she enjoyed a complete breakfast, lunch,

desserts, fruits, and flowers. They said a few things in French to express her longing for her love, but

she didn't understand much of what they said.

This was really a holy and romantic country.

However, it looked a little far-fetched to her. She took a look at the flower bill, which was really costly.

Fortunately, Patrick was rich.

"Why are you standing here?"

She discovered Linda standing outside the hotel's entrance as if she were crouching on guard, after

she had sent the hotel personnel.

"Don't follow me. I'll go shopping myself."

Patrick had to have given her the command to follow her.

Linda was furious and didn't want to be treated like a maid, but she had no choice but to follow Patrick's

commands.

Now she was despised.

"Please cooperate with me." Linda tried to retain her friendly demeanor.

Christina had few friends and had a difficult time getting along with others. In fact, she had the uneasy

impression that Linda did not like her. She wanted to chase her away, but because it would interfere

with her work, she gave up and ignored her.

Linda was irritated because she had been utterly disregarded.

Christina desired to visit Champs-Elysees Avenue, which was a women's shopping paradise. She

wanted to buy more gifts and help Partick cost some money.

In France, calling a taxi was not very convenient. When she tiredly stood on the side of the road, she

hadn't yet seen one. When several private automobiles passed by, the men would pull over, roll down

the window, and speak with her.

As she stood, her feet were numb, and she reasoned that even if she got in the car, they wouldn't dare

to hurt her.

Linda, on the other hand, scowled at her as if accusing her of being a bad lady.

"Don't worry, for the time being, I don't have any plans to cheat your boss. When I come up with this

notion, I'll be the first to notify you that you may ask him for some benefits."

Christina teased her.

Linda's demeanor became increasingly strained as she felt as if she had been laughed at.