Chapter 484

She went to bed very late last night and was tortured by Patrick on bed all night.

In the morning, Christina felt vertiginous when getting up. She was very sleepy, but when she turned

to look at the man who had just changed into a dark blue striped shirt in front of the mirror, she

found him very handsome and in high spirit.

"Damn it!"

Christina walked out of the bedroom with him. She suddenly felt angry and stepped on him.

The two maids standing outside the bedroom looked at her in astonishment. Patrick was used to

her temper, and he chuckled.

Christina was embarrassed to lose her temper in front of the maid. She waved her fist and lowered

her voice. "Next time, when I say I want to sleep, don't touch me! Restrain yourself..."

Patrick did not agree. He looked at a hickey on her neck and reached out to pull her collar to cover

it.

Patricks used his slender and fair fingers to tidy her clothes, careful and gentle.

The servants at home usually did not dare to look straight at Patrick. Taking advantage of the warm

and harmonious atmosphere, they secretly looked up to this oldest grandchildren. They had to

admit that Patrick was very eye-catching, especially his rare and gentle expression.

However, Christina did not appreciate it. She turned her head and glared at him angrily.

"It's all your fault!" She gritted her teeth and whispered in a low voice.

Damn man!

A deep smile showed on Patrick's handsome face.

In the nursery, the nannies were a little surprised to see Patrick and Christina coming over early in

the morning. After greeting them politely, Patrick signaled that they could leave and give the twins

to him and Christina.

"Young Master, the children caught a cold and had a fever a while ago. They are still taking

medicine...”

This nanny was specially assigned by Senior Mr. Hopkins to take care of the twins. Even if Patrick

came personally, she was quite cautious.

"They haven't recovered from the cold and fever for so long?" Patrick's voice was always cold.

The nanny was wary and replied carefully, "They have recovered from the cold and their

temperature is normal. Coughs occasionally happened..." She explained quickly, lest being blamed

for not taking good care of the children.

"If not, don't let them take so many pills,” Christina said.

The nanny had a disagreement with Christina before so she subconsciously wanted to talk back.

"This is what Senior Mr. Hopkins ordered..." However, she was always smart. Feeling Patrick's sharp

eyes beside her. She immediately changed her tone and pretended to be respectful. "The

prescription prescribed by the old doctor helps the children improve their immunity.”

Christina did not even look at her, who was an old employee relying on Senior Mr. Hopkins as a

backer, and still took advantage of her seniority.

"Get out."

Patrick glanced coldly at Nanny Kim and threw out two words, simple and clear.

Nanny Kim did not dare to say anything. She smiled reluctantly and nodded, then retreated.

Patrick usually did not interfere in these small disputes in the family. She turned around and saw

Christina still glaring at the old nanny outside the door with a dark face. He said calmly, "People who

can take good care of the children are everywhere.”

Patrick never cared about anyone who could be replaced at any time. He meant that the one who

looked after their children could be replaced at any time.

"No." Christina refused. "If you fire this old nanny, it will cause trouble for me. Besides, she has

worked in the Hopkins family for so many years, so she has really put in a lot of sweats if not efforts

in everything she did.”

Christina's bark was worse than her bite. She didn't want to be so wicked, especially when it would

cause someone to lose her job.

Patrick looked at her without saying anything.

Christina had her own ideas. If she didn't want to, he wouldn't interfere.

Logically speaking, Christina was unlikely to be bullied in the Hopkins family. His wife was not a

pushover. Thinking of this, Patrick was relieved to let her be.

"Patrick, pick up the older brother first and I'll feed him."

Christina went to get the bottle from the maid and told him casually.

The baby in the crib slept soundly. Because they were twins, they had been wearing the same

clothes since they were young. It was difficult to tell which one was the old brother when they

closed their eyes and fell asleep.

Patrick stood by the crib and looked at the two babies who were almost identical. The clothes were

of the same style, but the colors were different. Was he in light blue or light green?

The considerate maid who was helping to make the milk noticed Patrick's confusion and walked

over with a smile. "The one in blue is brother.”

Patrick looked up at her. The young maid blushed when the man looked at her directly.

Christina shook the two bottles hard, walked over, and said lightly, “The fat one is younger, and the

thin one is big brother.”

It was so troublesome to tell them apart from the clothes. The little brother was obviously fatter.

"Ok." Patrick replied and looked at his two sons carefully. The younger son was fatter.

Christina was impatient. Seeing that Patrick had not picked up the child yet, she stuffed two bottles

of milk into his hand and picked up her eldest son from the small bed.

The baby woke up in her arms and looked straight at his mother with his big clear eyes.

His face was white and tender. Suddenly, he smiled shyly. This child was young and handsome. The

baby looked very cute and shy when he smiled.

Christina had recently become more and more fond of her eldest son. Big was obedient and

sensible. He didn't cry or make a scene.

Christina motioned for Patrick to give the bottle to the baby. The baby held the bottle in one hand

and sucked the milk carefully with his smallmouth. The baby's big black eyes were shining brightly

as he stared at Christina's face as if he was happy to see her.

Patrick came here less often. He was very happy as a father to see the child so obedient.

But this relief was only temporary. Patrick soon realized that his younger son was difficult to deal

with.

When feeding the youngest baby, the baby was resistant. He pushed the bottle away hard with his

fat hand, and the sound of crying resounded throughout the room

The child cried sadly as if he was the most aggrieved person in the world. Big tears gushed out.

Patrick frowned and held a one-year-old baby in his arms, helpless.

Nanny Kim, who was outside the door, poked her head in time and reminded him in a low voice...

"Hold him with your both hands and walk with small steps while humming nursery rhymes. Keep

your voice low, it will easily scare him. Calm him down then feed him."

When Patrick heard this, he looked at his little son who was still crying, and frowned even tighter.

Why did this little guy so hard to deal with?

Small might be born with a delicate temperament and was extremely difficult to serve. Moreover,

his blue eyes looked like Old Madam Hopkins. Senior Mr. Hopkins had his motives, and he spoiled

the younger one, making him more delicate.

All nannies were all afraid of Small, but he had a high status. Everyone could only change their ways

to comfort him without complaining anything.

"Small, don't cry!”

Christina called out to the child in a dignified voice. The child seemed to be a little frightened when

he heard the voice. He suddenly forgot to cry and looked at his mother in a daze, with tears in his

eyes.

"Brother is drinking milk. If you don't drink it, it will be all given to him."

Christina held Big in her arms. Big was very quiet and nestled in her arms. He held the bottle in his

shorthand and drank it very quickly.

Small was held by his father. He might not understand what Christina said, but he still twisted his

little body and looked over with his round eyes.

Small flattened his mouth and was about to cry, but when he met Christina's serious expression, his

face froze again.

Finally, Christina walked over and saw her youngest son's awkward look. "Behave yourself." The

bottle was then stuffed into his mouth. The little guy had a surprised expression on his face. His

eyes were wide open and he looked innocent and startled. Patrick was a little surprised.

Small seemed to realize that his resistance was useless, so he stopped making a scene.

The baby raised his little head, looked at his older brother, then at his father. Finally, his blue eyes

fixed on his mommy's face. His little mouth pouted and he began to drink milk consciously, and he

stopped crying.

Outside the door, the nannies all thought it was magical. It turned out that the little demon was

afraid of his own mother.

Christina also felt sorry for what she had done. She took a tissue to wipe the tears off the crying

boy's face and emphasized, "Small is so fond of crying. He definitely didn't inherit me." As she

spoke, she did not forget to look up at Patrick.

"Nor from me." Patrick retorted in a rare way.

The little guy was so fond of crying that even Patrick couldn't stand it. Small was a boy, so Patrick

thought to himself and decided when these little guys grew up, he would train them hard.

"Patrick, our sons couldn't speak yet." At the mention of this, Christina was a little worried.

She put the child back on the small bed. He was almost a year old, and her hands were sore after

holding him for a long time. She carefully looked at his baby, who was handsome and healthy, white

and fat. Why hadn't he learned to speak yet?

Even his grandpa emphasized that children who spoke late must be promising, but in fact, he also

looked for many doctors for examination and asked many times in detail, but nothing useful had be

found.

"Other children start calling their parents when they are half a year old,” Christina was still a little

worried. She and grandpa had been secretly guessing who would the babies call first, but they

didn't call them till now.

Patrick glanced at his son and said calmly, "They don't want to talk.”

"How do you know?"

Patrick had a rare sense of humor. "They are not stupid because they inherited it from me."

"I'm also not stupid,” Christina said proudly. "My IQ is 150."

Patrick chuckled. "It's just that your EQ is relatively low. Small is like you."

Christina was unhappy and deliberately mocked him. "Patrick, maybe you were a crybaby when you

were young. I'll ask grandpa when having breakfast at the main house later..."

The two little guys were lying on the small bed, looking at the adults with big round eyes. They were

a family of four. It was rare and pleasant.

A while ago, Christina was worried about Derek because of his abnormal health condition, so she

often went to his apartment. Because of this, she and Patrick had a little conflict.

Now that the two of them were playing with their children, the harmonious atmosphere warmed

Patrick's cold heart.

Christina turned around and glanced at him secretly. She felt that Patrick was not as serious and

stern as usual as he was holding the child. He looked kind and steady.

Everyone would look forward to a sense of belonging, and Patrick was no exception.

Suddenly, Christina felt very satisfied about her small family.

After leaving the baby's room, the two of them went to the main house to have breakfast with

grandpa as usual. Christina was in a good mood today. She also planned to find grandpa to ask

more embarrassing things about Patrick's childhood.

As soon as Christina stepped into the main house, she heard 's shrill voice, who was excitedly

announcing something.

"There are so many real estates, funds, stocks, bonds, and just cash...”

"I don't believe that there is no special relationship between them when such a large sum of

property is given to her. Who would believe that?"

Patrick naturally heard some voices. He frowned slightly and strode into the living room. Christina

was also wondering who Ms. Hopkins was talking about.

"What's your relationship with that illegitimate child of the Fisher family?" When Ms. Hopkins saw

Christina, she questioned her harshly.