After hanging up on Derek, Christina was absent-minded on the sofa.
It was not until the clock on the wall rang that she suddenly came back to her senses and realized that
it was almost midnight.
There were only a few hours left for Christmas.
Christina hoped that time would pass faster.She was in a mess on such a beautiful day.
Looking at others’ celebrations, she would rather today was just an ordinary day.She turned to look at
the roses on the coffee table and thought of one thing.
Christina walked out of the room with a basket of roses in her right hand and went straight up the stairs
to apartment 502.She stumped closer and closer.She bent down and put the basket of roses in front of
apartment 502.
Then she stood up straight and turned around to leave.
"That's right.I should do it this way " Christina thought.
Putting down the basket of roses enigmatically, she turned around and walked away gracefully.
It was Christina's original plan.
Like countless enigmatic figures, she had to be calm and she had to be careful at every step.
Bang - But as soon as she turned around, Christina couldn't help but turn back and kick the door hard.
"I'm not doing that!"
""Bastard!!"
She cursed angrily at the door.
After taking a deep breath and calming down, Christina turned around and went downstairs to
apartment 402.
The sound of Christina kicking the door just now was so loud that the residents upstairs and downstairs
all came out with fear and looked around nervously.
Only she opened her door without changing her expression and then slammed the door.
It was as if she had worked off her grudged feeling.
Christina had to admit that she really wasn't a calm and farsighted person.
Kicking the door was childish, but she was really upset today, so she had to vent her anger.
If she had met that bastard Patrick just now, She would do more than a kick in the door! Sitting in the
small living room and drinking half a cup of warm water, she originally wanted to calm herself down.
She wanted to be calm...
But the ticking sound of the clock became more and more annoying.
During the lively festival, the feeling of the only one in the house was probably called loneliness.
Christina surfed on the Internet for a while and found that WhatsApp was full of pictures of couples
showing off their love.
There were also some families who went out to travel happily, she was really envious.
Christina couldn't help sending congratulatory messages to a few friends of her.
Usually, she would neet do such a boring thing, but now she felt that she was too lonely.
It was better to find someone to chat with.In the end, no one replied to her.
Even Crystal and Charles went to have fun somewhere.
Christina was holding her phones and waiting.
She was disappointed and a little angry at herself.
It was rude to disturb others during the festival.
She got up and went to the bedroom to look for a nightgown.
She planned to take a hot shower in the bathroom and sleep until dawn.
With the sound of water in the bathroom, misty moisture filled the entire glass cubicle.
Christina stood under the showerhead.She was fair and beautiful, with long black hair down to her
waist.She raised her face and let the warm water drip down along her skin.
Christina did not know how seductive she was when she stood in the glass cubicle to take a shower.
But Patrick knew it, and he knew it very well.
In fact, Patrick didn't expect to see this scene when he came in 402.He leaned against the wall and
waited quietly, looking at the woman in the mist.
Christina had just taken a hot bath.
Her skin was warm and her cheeks were slightly red.
She took a deep breath comfortably and opened the glass door of the bathroom cubicle.She reached
out to get the large bath towel beside her.
"Ah-" as soon as she took a step, she screamed in fear.
"You, you pervert!"
Christina rarely panicked in this way, but now she was trembling with anger.
"I've seen your whole naked body..." Patrick glanced quickly at her beautiful body.
His tone was as ordinary as he was talking about the weather.
Then he threw a large white bath towel on Christina's head.
"Put on the bath towel."
Hearing what he said, Christina became even angrier.She was so angry that she felt blood rush to her
head.She pulled off the bath towel on her head and immediately wrapped herself tightly.
"Why are you in my apartment?" She glared at the man in front of her angrily.
Christina really wanted to grab the shampoo and shower gel bottles to hit him.
"You sent me such a big basket of roses.Didn't you want me to come?" He said righteously.
Christina gritted her teeth and glared at him.
"How, how did you get in!" She asked him in anger.
As she spoke, she immediately rushed out of the small living room to check on her door.
Sure enough, the door was still locked.
"Patrick, tell me, are you that pervert I meet every night?"
Now that Patrick was caught with evidence, he couldn't explain anymore.
Christina shouted, "Why did you sneak into my apartment at night?"
Patrick was stared at by her for a long time.
"Patrick, I'm asking you!"
Christina couldn't let him fool around.
Patrick was pretending to be sophisticated all day long.
She wouldn't let him go without admitting his guilt today.
"It's my habit."
In the end, he just gave a weird explanation in a low voice.
"Your habit?"
Christina was so wrathful that she clenched her fists, "How did you get in? I want you to explain!"
Compared to Christina's anger, Patrick was very calm.He seemed not to feel that he had done anything
wrong at all.
Patrick asked in a lazy voice, "If I remember correctly, we haven't divorced yet."
"I sleep with my own wife at night.Is there a problem?"
Christina was shocked.
Maybe it was because he was too confident, or maybe she had never thought that he would say these
words.
Right under her nose, Patrick went into the kitchen, spooned the porridge she had cooked, sat on her
sofa, and began to eat.
"He is really familiar with her apartment!" Christina thought.
He regarded her apartment as his own place.
"Patrick!"
Christina gritted her teeth and shouted his name.
"I haven't eaten anything all day” Patrick said.
Christina yelled at him, but he didn’t even look back.
He continued to eat the porridge calmly.
Patrick added, "Be quiet"
Quiet? At this moment, he only knew to tell her to be quiet!
"Fuck you!"
Christina couldn't stand him any longer.She rushed to grab the bowl in Patrick's hand.
"Patrick, make it clear to me why you're here and why you..."She kept asking angrily.She had endured
it for a long time! But he was still expressionless and did not want to explain, or rather, there was no
need for him to explain.
In fact, it was easy for Patrick to enter apartment 402.
He didn't have to unlock the door.
With his agility, he just climbed down from the balcony of apartment 502 and jumped into 402, and then
he could get in.
As for Christina's sound sleep at night, it was because he burned some special spices.
Patrick felt that Christina was sleeping too restlessly, "Christina, do you want me to give you a
Christmas present?"
Patrick probably thought she was too noisy and suddenly asked.
Christina stared at him wrathfully, trying to look for a weak point from his cald face.
She didn't know whether Patrick played his cards too well or she was too shallow.She really didn't know
what Patrick wanted to do.She hated the feeling of being played around and being hoodwinked by so-
called smart people.
"I wonder what you, Mr.Hopkins, want to give me?"
Christina gritted her teeth.
Her voice was full of anger, but also with a little hope.
Seeing that Christina was interested, Patrick raised his eyebrows as if he was joking, "What do you
think of giving myself to you?"
"I don't want you."
Christina retorted almost subconsciously.
"If you don't want me, then who do you want?"
Perhaps even Patrick himself did not expect that he would be angry because of a joke.
In fact, he could have guessed Christina's answer.
He just wanted to tease her during such a festival, but she answered too fast with an extremely frm
tone, which irritated Patrick.He sat on the sofa, and Christina was standing.
Christina was clearly much taller than him when standing.
Patrick raised his head and stared at Christina with his deep eyes.
"Christina, I'm your only choice..." He pulled Christina onto the sofa swiftly.
"Patrick, tell me how long you want me to play with you..."
"Is it you or not..." Christina said.
Patrick put his head in her neck and chuckled naturally, but he didn't want to let go of her at all and hug
her tighter.
Even if she was angry, even if she went to extremes sometimes, Christina could only belong to him.
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