Healing my disabled husband

Chapter 171 Aren't we all used to it?

Aimee's face was pinched by Patrick, and he deliberately used a lot of force, which made Aimee's

cheek hurt.

She said, "If you don't want me to live in this room, then I can go back."

Patrick squinted his eyes, and really couldn't figure out how such a smart girl could be so dull

sometimes.

He really wanted to knock her head open and see what was inside.

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Patrick said, "Pack up some of the things you need to use tonight, and do the rest tomorrow."

Aimee let out an "oh", and obediently went to pack the things she needed.

Patrick suppressed the gloom in his heart after all.

Fortunately, she was so obedient that he can not be so frustrated.

Otherwise, he really wanted to doubt whether it was all his illusion that the two of them had clearly

made up their minds.

Aimee quickly packed up what she was going to use.

She looked at Patrick and said, "Let's go."

She wanted to see where Patrick was going to let her live.

Patrick didn't say much, took Aimee's hand, and walked to a main building.

His room was on the third floor, and he led Aimee into it, and Aimee was amazed by the sight.

The decoration style was completely different from the courtyard. Although this room revealed a

masculine domineering feeling everywhere, it did not appear indifferent at all.

Especially the furnishing layout of this room exuded a unique atmosphere.

Aimee had been married into the Hayden family for a long time, but this was the first time she came to

this room.

She looked around and said, "Did you design this yourself?"

The style of the room was actually very different from that of other places.

Patrick nodded and said, "All the bedrooms are designed by the owners themselves."

Aimee wasn't curious about other people's bedrooms, but she was a little curious about Casey's one.

That strange girl, she didn't know what kind of style she will make.

However, she probably didn't have much chance to visit Casey's room.

Naturally, she would not trespass in such a private place as the bedroom.

Casey hated her so much, so naturally she wouldn't invite her in.

Thinking about it this way, Aimee still had some regrets.

After a quick tour of Patrick's bedroom, Aimee thought of a question.

Aimee asked, "What did you bring me here for?"

After asking, Aimee saw that Patrick who scowled at her.

Just when she was thinking about how she provoked Patrick, he suddenly leaned over, put his arm

through Aimee's legs, and immediately hugged her horizontally.

Aimee exclaimed, and in the next second, Patrick had already put her on a sofa.

He stood in front of her, looking down at her. His eyes were deep, and filled with strong emotions.

Aimee swallowed uncontrollably. Her eyes were clear and innocent, and there was no sign of any

reaction on her face.

Who would have thought that under Aimee's calm face, her heart was actually beating fast?

She had never been carried like this before, even when she was found out dying, she was carried

directly, like a bag of lifeless thing.

This kind of way of carrying her was clearly impossible for her.

However, Patrick did that exactly.

Aimee's fingers curled up involuntarily, but after she came to her senses, she purposely stared fiercely

at Patrick.

"Patrick! You don't listen to me!" Aimee said so with annoyance in her voice. Because her heart was

beating so violently, her voice sounded coquettish.

Even if she deliberately pretended to be fierce, it would only make her look more cute.

Patrick raised the corner of his mouth, but said, "Aimee, I think you seem to be lying to me."

Aimee felt a little guilty in an instant.

She naturally knew what Patrick was referring to. Just as Patrick thought, she was indeed deliberately

letting Patrick rest for a while.

No one expected that this guy was so disobedient that he would directly attack her.

This pissed her off.

Aimee raised her chin and said, "Are you distrusting me? Or do you think that after I worked so hard to

treat you, it was just to play tricks on you?"

Patrick was taken aback for a moment, and inexplicably thought of a sentence: Women are born to be

good at quarreling.

Before he even said anything, Aimee had started to deal with him.

If he really wanted to argue with Aimee, he will definitely be defeated immediately.

Patrick said, "Aimee, don't be angry or unhappy. I just want to have a talk with you about two things."

Aimee stopped pretending to be fierce, and was going to listen to what Patrick wanted to tell her.

Patrick said, "The first thing is that my body in the past means we needed to sleep in separate rooms.

Now, do you think I will let us sleep separately?"

Aimee heard this and nodded in agreement.

Indeed, they were a couple, and they should not sleep in separate rooms, which was reasonable.

But…

Aimee said, "But, aren't we all used to it?"

It was really not an easy task for her to let her and Patrick sleep in the same room and on the same

bed.

Patrick's face darkened, and he said, "Who are used to this with you?"

He really needed to study carefully what was in Aimee's head.

That was really ... annoying enough.

"What about the second thing?" Aimee asked.

Patrick's eyes were deep, and he said: "Aimee, there are some things that cannot be stopped when

they should happen. I can feel my physical condition, and I'm not that weak. Aimee, it's not good to

deliberately exaggerate."

Now, it was Aimee's face that turned dark.

Although she really did it on purpose, being exposed by Patrick like this still made her very depressed.

Aimee said, "That's up to you. Anyway, it's you who will not feel well. At most I will work harder and give

you another operation."

Patrick laughed, and his eyes dark and deep.

At this moment, he really felt that Aimee was a little girl.

He said, "Okay, okay, so that you don't have to work hard, and I won't be in a hurry, okay?"