Madam, Your Ex-Husband Is On Call novel Chapter 186

Chapter 186 Revenge?

Everyone gasped.

"Mr. Patterson..."

She watched Christian's face plummet. Cold sweat broke out on his forehead as he squeezed his wrist with hidden restraint.

But after a moment's pause, he slowly straightened up again and came over in their direction.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Julian also glanced at Anastasia with trepidation.

"You are too accurate."

He thought Anastasia was having a personal revenge!

Anastasia's mind froze. She was so innocent. It was that moment of swaying that made her miss.

How could she "bully" Christian in public?

Christian walks over, sweeps Anastasia with a bland look, and places the ball on the ground with his other hand as if it were nothing. In a mellow voice, he said.

"You hit another ball. The one just now doesn't count."

Anastasia's face slightly paled as she looked up at him, her heart feeling uncomfortable as if it had been pinched.

"How is your wrist?"

The others followed and inquired, "Yeah, Ms. Graves has a really excellent aim. Is your wrist all right?"

"Mr. Patterson, how about going to the hospital?"

"Yeah, right. You should go to the hospital first!"

Christian's eyes looked deep into Anastasia's. "I'll go after you hit the last ball."

It was as if he would have waited forever if she hadn't taken this last shot.

Anastasia's eyes drooped slightly, her heart plummeting with some annoyance, and her swing was out of whack and didn't go in.

After a few side comments and jokes, Julian urged Christian to go to the hospital.

Christian watched her not enter, and somehow, his mood suddenly improved.

She was worried about herself, so worried she couldn't even score.

"Why don't Ms. Graves come with me?"

Christian finally looked at Anastasia and smiled before speaking faintly.

"It's okay. Ms. Graves didn't mean to do it either, she'll just stay with me at the hospital and I wouldn't hold her accountable."

The head of the club sighed in relief and looked at Anastasia.

"Ms. Graves, please, take care of Mr. Patterson for us."

Anastasia pulled her lips in a leathery smile.

"Sure."

This moral kidnapping is really advanced!

In the car.

Christian clutched his injured right wrist with his left hand and leaned back with his eyes slightly closed, not saying a word.

The car was quiet, and Anastasia was unable to resist looking at his wrist several times.

Christian, perhaps sensing this, opened his eyes, his dark eyes catching hers.

Then he passed his right hand over...