Filed to story: Healing My Disabled Husband Novel
“Boss you say.”
Aimee : “I am missing a medicine here, I have written the ingredients, give you three days to make it for me and send it to Innisrial.”
At the same time, Aimee sent a document with only a few equations, but the crowd was silenced in unison after seeing it.
They are the ones who are offended, what their boss wants, where can that be something ordinary.
Finally, someone tentatively asked, “Boss, this is a component, we do not have ah here.”
Aimee smiled with her cheek and said, “These kids are so cute.
If she could just have it, would she have come online to find them?
She tapped a few times on the keyboard and messaged back, “So yeah, that’s why I gave you guys three days to get it done.”
Crowd: “……”
They felt that their boss was giving them a hard time and, they were convinced that they had enough evidence.
Aimee didn’t have to ask to know what they were thinking, and shook her head helplessly, before giving a new instruction.
“There will be an auction tomorrow night at Lasnain, and when that happens, one of the finale lots will have this ingredient in it for you.” Aimee said.
The crowd was confused, and no one had a reaction for half a day.
Aimee was speechless and directly named one of them, “Kareem , you are the closest to Lasnain, now you leave for there, I’ve already had the invitations prepared, tomorrow night, you go and get that lot for me.”
“Yes, boss.”
Aimee finished her explanation and ignored the messages they kept sending her as they buzzed around again, closed the page and prepared to pack up and go to Patrick’s room.
Just then, Aimee’s cell phone rang, a hidden number.
Usually, those who want to contact Aimee will only call her unless there is something extremely important, and generally, will only send her a WeChat, or at most, just pop her a WeChat call.
This direct phone call now made Aimee’s face sink instantly.
Without any hesitation, she answered it directly.
The person who called was Asa Wells, the same person Aimee had arranged to provide Kareem Bond with tickets to the auction.
Asa was obviously relieved and nervous the moment Aimee answered the phone, and said to Aimee:
“Aimee, I just got the news that the lot you want, Dreule’s Hank family also wants it, and they have already made arrangements to win it, so we may not be able to win. We may not be able to win over them.”
Aimee’s face became even more ugly, her fingers clasped on the desktop, tapping one by one.
Hank family, which is her old enemy.
Once upon a time there was constant fighting, and occasionally she felt there was no point in letting them go a few times.
In the past few years she has lost interest in some things and has almost forgotten the existence of the family.
I didn’t expect that she would have to go up against them again on the rare occasion that she wanted to get one of something again.
This feels, really, fucked up.
Aimee gave an abrupt, soft laugh, full of mockery, and said to Asa, “Then let them dump all their money.”
You’ve taken care of everything, haven’t you?
Oh, then she let the Hanks clearly understand once, what is called the water is difficult to close.
Asa has not heard Aimee in such a tone of voice for many years, unconsciously swallowed, half a day before saying, “Yes, Aimee, do not worry, this matter, I will help you to do.”
Aimee responded, and before hanging up, suddenly thought of something and said to Asa: “If, however, you don’t get the shot, grab it for me too.”
Aimee was not in a good mood when she hung up the phone.
She had a vague feeling of bad premonition in her heart, always felt that this thing would not be so smooth.
If she hadn’t been unable to get away on her side, she would have wanted to make a trip to Lasnain herself to make sure nothing was wrong.
After settling down, Aimee stood up, took out the iced medicine from the refrigerator, and gently went to
Patrick’s room.
After injecting the solution into Patrick’s vial, Aimee went back to set up the machine and then, as she had done last night, watched over Patrick at his bedside.
Today’s dosing was increased and Patrick’s pain was more pronounced than last night.
Aimee could hear Patrick’s heavy breathing from the pain, but, strangely enough, he didn’t wake up.
Standing with her arms around Patrick’s bed for a long time, the more Aimee thought about it, the more impossible it seemed.
Unless Patrick has some special skill, how can he not open his eyes?
She leaned down and her gaze fell straight above Patrick’s eyes.
In the daytime, she thought Patrick’s eyes were beautiful, the pair of peach blossom eyes even when looking at people indifferently, but also with a hidden style.
At this moment, looking at the small mole on the end of his eye, Aimee felt even more special and sexy.
She landed on top of Patrick’s eyelids before she could react to what she was about to do.
Fingertips light touch, as if there is a current from the fingertips into the body, so Aimee involuntarily curled up a finger.
This electric sensation was strange and frightening to her.
She grunted and jerked upright, hiding the messy hand behind her back.
Only, it was as if there was still electricity on her fingertips, making Aimee’s little face flush.
Her gaze remained fixed on Patrick’s face for a moment, her eyes closed as if she was oblivious to what she had just done.
Aimee secretly thought, “This guy, did he sleep too much, or did he pass out from the pain?
There were beads of sweat on Patrick’s forehead, and Aimee bit her lip and slowed down the flow of the medicine a bit.
She murmured, “You bear with it, be strong, get through the initial period, adjust your body to the point where you can have surgery, and you’ll all be fine.”
In fact, Patrick is lucky enough to have such sophisticated instruments to assist him, which has relieved a lot of his pain.
You know, the patient that her teacher cured endured a lot of pain off the bone.
Thinking of the man’s wailing, Aimee’s mouth curled up and she said to Patrick, “You’re pretty good, you’re more tolerant than I expected.”
At the moment, Aimee’s body was bent so low that her warm breath fell on Patrick’s face as she spoke.
Patrick’s already sensitive and fragile nerves from the pain are, at this moment, even more unbearable.
Such close proximity is simply torture for Patrick.
A torment that comes from Aimee and that she does not know anything about.
Aimee drew tissues to wipe Patrick’s sweat delicately until dawn, when she recovered the instrument, but was not able to leave immediately.
In a moment of weakness, the drip was slowed down as a way to ease Patrick’s pain.
As a result, it directly led to the situation that Aimee is now anxious to the point of no return.
She raised her hand several times to adjust the drip to the fastest speed, but in the end, her heart gave out.
She could only hope that she would not be so unlucky, that Patrick would not suddenly wake up, and that the old Hayden would not suddenly come over.
However, it is often the case that the more you are afraid of something, the more it will come.
Aimee heard the sound of the doorknob being turned, followed by the old Hayden having walked in.
Seeing her here, the old Hayden was clearly frozen.
“Aimee , what are you doing in Pat’s room this early in the morning?” the old Hayden asked.
This had never happened before, and every time Aimee came to Patrick’s room, it was with him, which only made the old Hayden feel that Aimee had not yet considered herself to be Patrick’s wife, and was still intentionally avoiding suspicion about entering his room.
He didn’t know that Aimee had been coming in in the dark since the first night.
Now it’s even stayed all night and hasn’t left.
Naturally, Aimee won’t be talking to the old Hayden about this.
She guaranteed that if she had told the truth, the old Hayden would have thought that she was not going to plot against his precious grandson.
Aimee smiled calmly and said, “Grandpa, I woke up early today and thought I’d come over to see
Master Patrick.”
Patrick, who had been lying on the bed with his eyes closed, ticked the corners of his mouth imperceptibly, and inexplicably felt a touch of helplessness at Aimee’s nonsense.
He opened his eyes slowly, his eyes were heavy, as if he was woken up by the sound of them talking, his voice was tinged with mute, “Grandpa, so early, is there something wrong?”
The old Hayden hears Patrick’s voice and doesn’t care why Aimee is in Patrick’s room early in the morning.
He strides over to Patrick and asks with concern, “How are you doing, Pat, are you feeling okay today?”
The old Hayden noticed that Patrick looked even worse today than he did yesterday.
The face is pale, not to mention, under the eyes are very sunken piece, looks incomparably haggard.
The old Hayden was so worried that he immediately pulled Aimee over, “Aimee, take a look at Pat, what’s wrong? Why does he look so bad?”
Aimee tensed her lips, seeing Patrick’s face drained of energy by the leprechaun, she was also puzzled.
Obviously, she guarded him for a night, he was asleep, but he looked like he had stayed up all night.