Healing my disabled husband

Chapter 173 You Can't Not Give Me Any Sweets

Patrick took Aimee's small fist and put it to his lips for a kiss.

He said, "You're so fierce. It makes me a little scared."

Adhering to the fact that he was a delicate weak now, Patrick spoke with a bit of aggrieved voice, as if

he had been bullied by Aimee.

Aimee blinked her eyes, and suddenly felt that Patrick was such a big scumbag.

She moved aside and said, "From now on, don't talk to me. I'm going to sleep. If you disturb my sleep

again, I'll beat you."

After speaking, Aimee lay down again, pulled the quilt over her head.

He was just kidding. She was Aimee. Can she be bullied by Patrick?

Can he?

Patrick finally couldn't hold back and laughed out loud.

He didn't suppress his laughter. On the contrary, it was a little deliberate. He was laughing

extraordinarily and presumptuously in Aimee's ear.

If Aimee wasn't afraid that he would really do something to her, she would definitely lift the quilt and

beat Patrick up.

She weighed it her heart, and although she threatened that she would beat him severely, she was

reluctant.

Patrick finally had enough of laughing, leaned down, kissed Aimee through the quilt, and then lay down

back to his position.

Aimee breathed a sigh of relief. Before she could relax, Patrick grabbed her hand under the quilt .

She struggled a bit, and then heard Patrick say, "Aimee, please be sympathetic to me. I am a man, and

I am still a man who loves you. You can't give me nothing."

Aimee thought for a while, and felt that what Patrick said made sense.

She bit her lip, didn't pull her hand back but let Patrick hold her fingers.

The temperature from the fingertips made Aimee's breathing become disordered.

Her attention was on the tips of the fingers wrapped around Patrick's.

This was a feeling she had never experienced before. The electric current passed through the skin,

spread to her whole body, and finally took root in her heart.

Aimee seemed to be able to hear the beating of her own heart.

Patrick clenched her fingers even harder.

She didn't know that Patrick was also suffering very much at the moment.

As he himself said, Aimee was the woman he loved, and she was lying beside him right now.

If he didn't have any other thoughts, he could just sleep peacefully next to Aimee, which would be a

really big problem.

However, after an unknown amount of time, Patrick actually heard Aimee's even breathing.

He was barely suffocated.

Wasn't this woman too disrespectful to him?

He was lying beside her. Didn't she feel any danger at all?

She still slept so peacefully and well-behaved.

Really, it greatly frustrated him and his dignity.

Patrick pushed himself up and looked down at Aimee.

She looked a little more cute when she was asleep.

Patrick compressed his lips, sort of gnashing his teeth.

He lowered his head, bit the tip of Aimee's nose, and then rolled over and got off the bed.

Staying in the same bed with Aimee made it hard for him not to do something to her.

Aimee slept very peacefully today, the longest sleep except for Patrick's operation. Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

However, she only woke up after sleeping for less than four hours.

She didn't feel Patrick's presence beside her, so she looked over suspiciously, and sure enough, the

person who was sleeping beside her was not there.

Aimee felt it very strange, and didn't even know when Patrick went out.

Normally, she should be very sensitive to the movements around her.

Just thinking about it, Aimee's cell phone on the bedside table lit up.

She reached out and touched it, and saw a message Averi sent her.

"Aimee, someone is fixing the Read family ," Averi said.

Aimee froze for a moment, then looked over to Patrick's side.

At the moment, Patrick was not in bed, so...

Aimee replied to Averi, "Then stop our movement for a while."

"But, Aimee, we're almost there," Averi said.

Aimee said, "Do as I say."

Probably Patrick was helping vent her anger. Since he did this, how could she not cooperate?

Aimee's mouth curled up unconsciously, and she rolled over from the bed, ready to see what Patrick

was doing.

At this moment, the door of the room was opened.

Patrick walked in from the outside, saw her standing by the bed, and asked, "What are you going to

do?"

Aimee said directly, "Go to the bathroom."

She didn't know why she was so cowardly all of a sudden. She lied without even thinking too much

about it.

Patrick said, "I thought you had woken up."

He knew Aimee's sleep. It only took two hours at most, and she had already slept almost twice as

much today.

Aimee yawned intentionally, and said, "Who said that? I just go to the bathroom, and I'll continue to

sleep later."

After finishing speaking, she was not in a hurry to go to the toilet, but approached Patrick and asked

suspiciously, "You, why haven't you slept yet?"

Patrick wasn't asleep before she fell asleep.

He had been playing with her fingers.

Patrick told Aimee that he couldn't sleep because she was sleeping next to him, making him impure

and always wanting to do something.

He said, "I, usually sleep too much."

Aimee squinted her eyes, looking dangerous, "Mr. Hayden, you can't do this. You are not obedient."

When Patrick heard this, he felt helpless again.

This girl can be regarded as controlling him now.

If she said he was disobedient, she would let him immediately agree to everything.

Holding Aimee's shoulder, Patrick turned her to another direction and said, "Go to the bathroom. I'll wait

for you when you come back."

Aimee was provoked again and ran into the bathroom at a trot.

Sitting on the toilet, Aimee didn't feel like peeing.

She turned on her phone and checked on the Read Group which was taking a beating.

It had to be said that in such a defenseless situation, Read Group was completely powerless.

Aimee had some expectations. After dawn, she would see Mason stamp his foot.