Filed to story: Healing My Disabled Husband Novel
“We haven’t eaten yet,” Patrick said.
They had already let those two women eat until they were full. Now if they went over there, it would just be for food.
The two men walked towards Casey and Aimee’s table together.
Casey was happily eating the food, feeling satisfied. However, when she noticed someone approaching, she looked up and saw Patrick and Kelvin. Her mouth dropped open in surprise.
Her eyes quickly darted around as she tried to figure out what to do next. She felt like her life was in danger.
Aimee, on the other hand, remained calm. She looked up at the two men and asked, “Did you install a tracking device on us?”
Patrick sat down beside her and replied, “We just happened to be nearby and haven’t eaten yet.”
Aimee nodded and said, “Let me change the broth for you then.”
Although they didn’t mind eating from the same pot that Casey had already eaten from, it had been boiling for so long that the taste wasn’t great anymore.
Patrick initially wanted to decline but was taken aback by the bright red color of the broth in the pot. He reached out to pat Aimee’s head and said jokingly, “You two sure know how to make things spicy.”
Aimee remained calm and collected, saying, “Really? It was just okay. Casey and I didn’t find it very spicy.”
Patrick didn’t what to say at the moment.
Well, if his wife said so, then maybe it really wasn’t that spicy.
But Aimee still had them switch to a new pot with a white cheese flavor that had no spice at all.
Although Casey was a bit hesitant at first, she eventually played along like a good sport.
After all, she was already full from eating and pretending to be well-behaved wouldn’t hurt anyone.
Kelvin felt somewhat helpless about the situation but they had already eaten the extra spicy cheese pot. What else could he do?
The experience of men eating cheese pots versus women eating cheese pots were naturally different.
Patrick and Kelvin were just trying to fill their stomachs. They weren’t there for the love of cheese pots like Casey was.
She couldn’t help but feel disappointed in these two men who ate such delicious food without any emotion or appreciation for it whatsoever.
Despite her inner thoughts being filled with criticism towards them both, Casey didn’t say anything more. Instead she silently pitied the poor little cheese pot in her heart.
Soon enough, Patrick and Kelvin were full as well and the four of them left the restaurant together.
Patrick held onto Aimee while Casey walked arm-in-arm with Kelvin.
The more Casey thought about it though, something seemed off. How did they get found out so easily when they came here specifically for this cheesy goodness?
She couldn’t think of a way to deal with it, but she didn’t want to just ignore the matter either.
Casey poked Kelvin’s waist and asked, “Kelvin, how did you and Patrick find us?”
Kelvin looked down at Casey and said, “Patrick called me. As for how he knew, I’m not sure.”
Completely unsuspecting of her husband’s blame-shifting onto Patrick, Casey had no idea.
Kelvin had intentionally said it that way because Casey was too afraid to be reckless in front of Patrick.
Otherwise, he couldn’t guarantee that he wouldn’t confess about Damion.
If Casey found out that Damion was the one who snitched on them, she would definitely make a fuss about it.
After getting into the car with Kelvin, Casey saw the cake box sitting there.
Instantly forgetting her previous worries as she picked up the cake and placed it on her lap, she said,
“You even went out to buy this? How did you know I wanted some?”
“I saw you looking through takeout menus,” Kelvin replied.
Casey immediately smiled sweetly at him. Taking advantage of Kelvin not having started driving yet, she leaned in close and kissed his cheek. “Hubby, you’re so good to me! I love you so much!”
exclaimed Casey happily
Kelvin chuckled as he reached over to pat Casey’s head gently. “Just one cake makes you love me this much?” he teased her jokingly
Casey pouted immediately when hearing this comment from him. “Nope! It’s four cakes actually.”
Kelvin chuckled lowly, his baby looking too cute for words.
But in the next second, Kelvin’s tone changed as he said, “However, you can’t eat it today.”
Casey was speechless.
She immediately hugged the cake box tightly as if she was guarding against Kelvin trying to snatch it away from her. She looked at him warily.
Kelvin continued, “You’ve eaten too much junk food today. Your stomach might not feel good later.”
Casey rubbed her stomach and said, “I should be fine. I won’t feel uncomfortable.” After all, it was her own doing.
Even if she did feel uncomfortable, she would quietly digest it herself.
Kelvin saw through her thoughts and said somewhat helplessly, “Casey, if you’re feeling unwell, you must tell me right away. You know that?”
Casey’s thoughts were exposed and she immediately smiled and leaned in towards Kelvin. She said,
“Aren’t you afraid of spoiling me too much?”
Kelvin replied, “Isn’t that what I should do?” Who else would spoil his wife if not him?
Casey instantly became happy again and stuck to Kelvin’s side like glue. She showered him with kisses.
Naturally, Kelvin didn’t refuse such a benefit. He didn’t rush to start the car either, but just held onto
Casey and kissed her back.
In another car.
Patrick waited for a long time but didn’t see any sign of Kelvin starting the car. Feeling speechless about this situation, he started his own vehicle instead.
Aimee leaned back on the seat and turned to look at Patrick. She asked, “How did you guys find out that Casey and I were here?”
“Damion told us,” Patrick replied.
Since Casey wasn’t there with them, Patrick naturally wouldn’t keep it from his wife Aimee.
Aimee had no surprised expression on her face. Instead, she laughed lightly, saying, “So it seems like what I heard really was him.”
“What?” Patrick looked at Aimee strangely, wondering what she meant.
“I heard him talking to a girl, but it sounded like they were having a really unpleasant conversation,”
Aimee said.
Patrick’s eyebrows raised with interest at the mention of Damion and a girl. That alone was enough to pique his curiosity.
Aimee recounted what she had heard to Patrick, which only made him more puzzled.
Patrick chuckled as he gripped the steering wheel. “No wonder he’s been acting so strange today.”
His demeanor was so different from the Damion that Patrick knew before.
“It seems like he doesn’t want anyone else to know,” Aimee said.
“Then we’ll wait until he wants to tell us himself,” Patrick replied.
Aimee nodded in agreement and didn’t dwell on the matter any further.
What they didn’t know was that although Damion had left the restaurant earlier, he hadn’t gone back home. Instead, he sat in his car outside and stewed over his argument with Ivy. He truly wanted nothing more than to leave her behind for good this time.
However, when he returned to his car and sat down inside it again, instead of starting up the engine right away as planned, his gaze remained fixed on Ivy sitting by the window seat.
He never knew someone could eat cheese pot with such devotion – piece by piece and sip by sip – like a devout believer would do during prayer time.
From this distance, in fact, Damion couldn’t see Ivy’s expression clearly. But he seemed to be able to tell how serious she was.
Suddenly, he felt like he really couldn’t understand her. She would play some tricks on him here and there, which was fine with him. What he didn’t understand was how she could be so contradictory.
About two hours later, Ivy finished the cheese pot and came out of the restaurant. She didn’t take a taxi but walked along the riverbank, blowing in the river wind towards her own small house.
Ivy walked all the way to her small house, not noticing that there was a car following her from behind.
She was still immersed in the impact that Damion had on her, and she felt like she was in a low-
pressure zone.
Although she finally got to eat the cheese pot that she had been craving for, her mood was still at an all-time low.
Ivy drooped her head and continued walking towards home.
Meanwhile, Damion drove his car while keeping his eyes on Ivy’s back. As he watched her thin figure disappear into the distance, his emotions became even more complex.
Ivy’s place of residence was far away from the cheese pot shop and located at another end of town.
She walked for almost two hours before realizing that there was a car following behind her – Damion’s car.
At first, Ivy didn’t pay much attention to it until it was getting closer to where she lived and fewer cars were passing by. That was when Ivy noticed there was a car following behind her.
She stopped in place and turned around to look at the driver’s seat of the vehicle.
At that moment when Ivy saw who it was driving, her pupils dilated suddenly. Her face turned pale with shock as if frozen in time.
Damion stopped his car and got out after opening its door. When he approached Ivy slowly step by step, she instinctively took one step back as if wanting to turn around and run away immediately.
Naturally enough, Damion caught this little movement of hers with ease. His heart sank as he also stopped moving towards Ivy.
