Spoil My Errant Wife (Patrick and Christina)
Chapter 36: Cecilia had plastic surgery?

"The door has not been locked!" He was angry with his rough voice.

"Where is the person?"

After Cecilia finished tidying up her clothes, she immediately ran over.

There was nobody in the corridor.

"But I saw a shadow just now." One of them doubted.

"Maybe I was wrong. The privacy of customers is specially protected in the bar. What's more, special protection is provided on the 35th floor..."

"There should be cameras in the corridor and elevators. Who is the boss here?"

Cecilia seemed to be proud but she was still a little worried.

When other people heard her words, their expressions changed.

"Cecilia, I've heard that the boss may be...the young master of Hopkins Family..."

'Patrick?"

'I couldn't let him know it.Absolutely not!'

The panic attacked Cecilia for a moment, but soon her face turned cold.

She shouted at them, "Remember that I was forced to come here today..."

They were puzzled.

But when they saw how nervous Cecilia was, something came to their minds.

Could it be that the mysterious supporter was...

"Why are you still standing here? Find the person! Did anyone eavesdrop outside the door just now?"

Cecilia felt uneasy, so she shouted at them.

"Hey, let me go.I don't know you!"

Meanwhile, Christina was struggling to escape the strange man in the men's room, which was located in the left corridor of the 35th floor of the bar.

Just now, she was eavesdropping outside Cecilia's room.

She was almost scared to death when she saw that the people inside rushed out to catch her.

Suddenly, a strange man appeared and dragged her to the men's room.

"Cecilia!"

The man was very strong.

His voice was hoarse with the smell of alcohol, and he seemed not to be sober.

He grabbed her neck with his right hand and pushed her hard.

Christina was against the wall.

"I, I'm not Cecilia..."

Christina was pushed into a narrow cell, and it was hard for her to resist the man who suppressed her.

She pressed hard against his chest, but the man was very excited.

His eyes were bloodshot and he glared at Christina, which made her a little chilly.

"Cecilia, you b*tch."

He shouted in a hoarse voice.

And then he stretched out his right hand to slam the door.

Seeing his eyes which were full of hatred and suppressed desire, Christina was scared.

She hurriedly shouted for help but she was in vain.

The customers were experienced and they wouldn't interfere in private concerns.

"Ah."

She reached out to keep the door open.

But her fingers were clamped and she screamed in pain.

With the final click, the thick door was locked.

Christina was trapped in this small space.

The nerves of the fingertips are linked with the heart.

And her face turned pale because of her fingers.

At this moment, she was panicked by the man who was drunk.

She looked around nervously, but she didn't know what to do right now.

"I...I am not Cecilia."

She spoke again, hoping that the man would be soberer.

Perhaps he was so excited that he didn't hear her at all. He seized her by the throat with increasing strength.

"Cecilia, it was you who cut off my part in the play, wasn't it?"

All of a sudden, he pressed Christina down on the closest tool.

"You b*tch, don't you forget that when you first entered the entertainment circle six years ago, you knelt down to beg me..."

Christina saw that he took off his trousers and she was panicked...

She felt disgusted, so she grabbed the toilet paper and the stand and threw them at him.

However, seeing her resistance, he was more excited.

He pressed her with his heavy body.

Christina leaned back on the closest tool, suppressing the fear.

"I apologize to you.I can give you whatever you want.' Christina said quickly.

She pretended to be Cecilia and negotiated with the man.

"Cecilia, you're on the top. Everyone in the circle has to respect you. You can get any role or be any spokeswoman of advertisement you want, right?"

He looked down at her, getting more and more excited.

"B*tch!"

With a snap, he slammed hard against her cheek with his thick palm.

"I know that you hooked up with the Patrick Hopkins, so you could do whatever you want with the support of Patrick,"

he burst out laughing, which was terrifying.

"Listen, you have to obey me."

"If you resist, I'll tell Patrick about your plastic surgery...' Christina's face was aching from his beating.

Although the drunk man seemed to be a little vague, she was shocked once hearing the words "plastic surgery".

The man ahead looked at her beautiful face.

He felt passionate with desire in his eyes, and he was about to bend down to kiss her.

"F*ck off"

Christina turned her head and pushed him away with both hands.

"Cecilia, if you dare to refuse me, I will tell Patrick immediately that you are not the woman in his pocket watch..."

He didn't finish threatening her, because Christina bent her right elbow and slammed him hard on the side of his head.

He instantly fainted.

Christina pushed the drunk man away, stood up, and took a long breath.

"Bastard, f*ck you!" Christina was angry.

She lifted her right foot and kicked him several times in the stomach.

Ordinary men couldn't capture her if they weren't in the narrow space.

"The bastard wanted to touch me..."

She felt sick when she remembered that he almost kissed her.

However, Christina looked at the unconscious man at her feet and contemplated, 'Did he just say that Cecilia had plastic surgery?' 'Cecilia didn't look like what she used to be six years ago?'

'It is common that the stars in the entertainment circle have plastic surgery, but...why did she have to look so much like me?'

Christina didn't think much about it.

People from all walks of life might come to the bar so she opened the door and ran out swiftly.

However, as soon as she left the room, she heard some noise.

It seemed that something had happened.

People in the corridor, elevators, and rooms rushed out as if they were asked to leave.

"What happened?"""Is it on fire?"

The VIPS asked frantically.

"I'm sorry, there's an accident on the 35th floor. Please follow us in an orderly manner. We will compensate you. This way, please..."

The bartenders politely explained to them.

They scanned the guests as if they were looking for somebody.

It never occurred to Christina.

The bartender looked very anxious and nervous.

She thought of Charles at the moment, but she didn't have a cell phone now.

So she stepped forward.

She believed that Charles was a regular customer and they should know him.

But before she could get closer, she was grabbed from behind.

She was suddenly gripped tightly by her right wrist and was anxiously pressed against the wall.

She was too frightened to react.

"Why are you here?"

The man in front of her was grim.

He scolded her coldly with overwhelming anger.

Christina stared at Patrick, who suddenly appeared.

At this moment, the bartenders and guests in the corridor looked towards them and recognized Patrick at a glance.

The whole corridor was silent because no one dared to speak.

"I'm asking you why you are here. Didn't I tell you that you weren't allowed to go out?"

Patrick, who seemed to be extremely angry, gnashed his teeth and repeated.

He tightened the grip on her wrist.

"It hurts, let me go!"

Christina felt wronged for his question.

He looked at her small face, which was tightly creased in pain.

Seeing the obvious palm print on her right cheek and the bruise on her left hand, Patrick felt even angrier.

He shouted at her coldly.

"Christina, you like to piss me off, don't you? Why do you have to make trouble for me? You don't know how to take care of..."

"The baby is fine," she retorted, biting her lips.

Patrick immediately stopped.

"Baby? She thought I am just talking about the baby..." He stared at her fiercely.

"Get out of here right now! From today onwards, you are not allowed to step out of the house!"

His voice was so cold that it made people shudder.

Christina looked at his deep and cold eyes and became sad immediately.

"Patrick, I brought her here." Charles ran over in a hurry.

He had already heard Patrick's words and could not bear it.

He thought that Patrick was too harsh and...nervous about Christina.

"You!"

Patrick saw Charles, and his face darkened.

"Who asked you to bring her out? Did I give you permission?"

Hearing his cold words, Charles was shocked that Patrick was really angry.

"I asked Charles to bring me out," Christina said.

She was restraining her anger before.

And she immediately stood in front of Charles and looked at Patrick.

"Why should I ask for your permission if I want to go out?"

Christina looked sideways and saw a familiar figure around the corner.

So she turned around and took Charles's arm.

"Let's go!"

Charles was shocked.

How dare he go with her? Patrick would kill him for sure.

Christina raised her voice and roared, "Since Miss Jones came for him, why should we hinder them?"

Patrick did see Cecilia, who was in the corner.

He glared at Christina and walked straight to Cecilia.

Christina and Charles were frozen and other people made way for Patrick.

Just like that, Patrick hugged Cecilia intimately and left in front of them...