Filed to story: Healing My Disabled Husband Novel
Aimee’s train of thought was instantly deviated by him.
Indeed, in terms of Patrick’s state last night, not to mention that he was not fragile at all, he was obviously very powerful.
Aimee felt that if she didn’t exercise regularly and her body wasn’t different from ordinary girls, and if she was a little more delicate, she would have been tortured to death by Patrick last night.
The scenes of last night slid past before her eyes, and it took Aimee a while to realize that she was distracted by Patrick again.
Frowning, Aimee stared at Patrick and said, “Don’t talk nonsense like that. I’ll beat you up.”
“Aimee,” Patrick chuckled, took a few steps forward, and hugged Aimee into his arms, “You just like beating me up so much?”
Aimee was blushing again and her heart was pounding.
She suddenly felt that she couldn’t have a proper conversation with Patrick.
She sniffed, and finally couldn’t hold back. She raised her feet and stepped on Patrick’s hard.
This kick was very hard, and Patrick really groaned when she stepped on it. It really hurt a little.
He had no choice but to let go, looked at her, and said, “Aimee, you hate me so much, so you stomped my feet heavily. Don’t you feel sorry for me?”
Aimee snorted and said, “It’s not worth feeling bad for you.”
The result of feeling sorry for him was that she was bullied miserably.
Aimee didn’t give Patrick a chance to bully herself.
Patrick was really amused by her appearance. After relieving the pain in his feet, he said, “My good
Aimee, I won’t bully you in the future, okay?”
Aimee felt that she would be an idiot if she believed what Patrick said.
Facts had also proved this point. If she believed that Patrick will not bully her, she was really an idiot.
Because, almost every day and night after that, Patrick made things difficult for her in different ways.
And, to put it more euphemistically, he was loving her.
Aimee wanted to kick Patrick away every time, but in this matter, she seemed to be no match for him by nature.
Putting these aside, for Aimee, the most important thing right now was that her clothes were torn by
Patrick, and she had no clothes to wear.
Aimee pointed to the clothes on the ground and said, “What do you want me to do?”
She could actually ask someone to bring the clothes over, but, inevitably, if she really asked someone to do it, she would definitely be teased severely.
That was the last thing Aimee wanted to face.
Patrick finally understood where Aimee’s tantrum came from.
He smiled and said, “Aimee, you are not naked now.”
Aimee looked down at herself, and he was right. Although the nightgown on her body was indeed very thin and she didn’t wear a bra, but, as Patrick said, she was indeed not naked.
For a while, Aimee was also a little dazed.
She looked at Patrick again and said, “Where did this dress come from?”
She’d never been to La Grande Maison, and of course there shouldn’t be anything for her here.
So, which woman did this nightdress belong to?
Patrick was dumbfounded when Aimee asked this question.
He grabbed Aimee’s shoulders and led her into a cloakroom.
Everything she saw was women’s clothes, bags, shoes, accessories, everything.
Aimee was a little dumbfounded, and blinked a few times before confirming that she was right.
Patrick said, “As the hostess here, Aimee, who do you think these belong to?”
“But…” She had never been here before.
“It was prepared before. I wanted to show you around yesterday, but I was busy and forgot.” Patrick said.
Aimee was instantly speechless.
Busy!? Forgot!?
What was he busy for? Needless to say?
She really wanted to cover Patrick’s mouth.
Can this man not talk about that?
Patrick looked at Aimee who became shy again, and said intentionally, “You can’t blame me. I prefer when these clothes don’t work.”
Aimee was speechless.
She finally couldn’t hold back, and raised her hand to cover Patrick’s mouth.
“If you talk nonsense again, I will really beat you.” Aimee threatened him angrily.
However, this time, Patrick’s eyes suddenly darkened. He raised his hand to hold Aimee’s wrist, and just as she was covering his mouth, he kissed her palm.
Aimee trembled slightly at the touch from her palm.
She wanted to take back her hand, but she couldn’t do so.
Patrick had already held her wrist, and pulled her into his arms.
He said, “Come on, beat me up.”
Before Aimee could react, she was kissed by Patrick.
She was so dizzy, and she paid the price for her threat to Patrick.
Aimee had never thought about what location and posture will be unlocked in terms of having sex.
However, she never thought that she would be able to do it in the cloakroom the next day.
Moreover, she didn’t even know that her legs could be used to such an extreme level, which was unimaginable.
Patrick and Aimee returned to Hayden’s Mansion in the afternoon.
On the way, Aimee didn’t speak to Patrick.
She was no longer angry but simply ashamed.
When she went to change clothes, she found that her body was covered with marks made by him, and she couldn’t cover them.
There was no other way that she could only wear a high-necked long-sleeved shirt and a pair of very formal suit trousers in such weather to wrap herself tightly.
Fortunately, they were indoors all the time, and after getting in the car, the air conditioner was also turned on extremely low.
In this way, she was able to keep a relatively comfortable temperature.
Patrick drove the car while smiling.
He was in a really good mood. If Aimee wasn’t really on the verge of getting angry now, he would really tease her again.
The car drove into Hayden’s Mansion, and Aimee held on to the seat belt, not wanting to get out of the car for a long time.
However, Camdyn heard the voice and came out of it with Flabby in his arms.
Aimee can only open the door to get out of the car.
As Camdyn saw Aimee, he was taken aback.
He asked, “Aimee, it’s thirty-nine degrees today. Aren’t you feeling hot?”
Aimee was about to cry, and her face was even more red.
She gritted her teeth and said firmly, “Grandpa, I’m not feeling hot.”
After saying it, Aimee heard Patrick laughing.
She was even more depressed. This hateful man had to expose her intention.
Aimee cleared her throat lightly, and said to Camdyn, “Grandpa, I remembered I have to deal with something. I’ll go in first.”
After speaking, Aimee ran into it without looking back.
Flabby was very happy to see her back, and wanted her to hug him, but in the end, she rushed into the room like a gust of wind, without even giving him a look.
Flabby was whining and howling incessantly, as if he had been abandoned.
Patrick came over, pinched the puppy’s neck, and said, “Don’t bark. Your mom is angry. Help me coax her later.”
Flabby: “Aww… aww…”
Camdyn instantly understood what was going on.
He glared at Patrick, but said, “Nice job.”
Patrick smiled lightly, looked at Camdyn, and said, “Grandpa, if Aimee hears what you said, she will have to be angry with you.”
Camdyn said, “No, Aimee will only be angry with you.”
Patrick was speechless, looked at Camdyn with an amused look, and said, “Grandpa, if Aimee puts the blame on me, it means that I may be kicked out of the bedroom. Do you still think it’s okay?”