Healing my disabled husband

Chapter 207 She was able to unlock the cloakroom

After Patrick hung up the phone, Aimee asked, "Grandpa, what happened to him? Why did I hear

something wrong with his voice?"

"Maybe, we're not welcome back," Patrick said.

Aimee looked at Patrick strangely, but still couldn't understand.

No, logically speaking, Camdyn wouldn't unwelcome them.

Although he didn't say anything, Aimee knew how clingy he was.

Now, it was strange for him not wanting them to go back and be with him.

Aimee stared at Patrick for a long time, and finally said, "Darling, are you slandering grandpa?"

Patrick held his forehead and stared at Aimee as if irritated.

In her eyes, was he so bad?

Patrick said, "Grandpa thinks that we can wait until there's a newcomer before going back."

Aimee instantly understood who this newcomer was referring to.

Her face turned red and she glared at Patrick. "Darling, what did you say to grandpa?" she asked.

Patrick was wronged and immediately said, "I answered the phone in front of you. And you heard what

I said. Aimee, you can't treat me like this."

Aimee thought so too. Just now, Patrick really didn't say anything strange.

But here was where it got weird.

Even though the conversation was normal, how could he make Camdyn think about that?

Wasn't that weird?

Aimee still felt that it was Patrick who said something weird.

However, she did have no proof.

It was just that she really didn't know how to face grandpa when she went back later.

Seeing Aimee's embarrassed look, Patrick couldn't help laughing again.

He pulled Aimee into his arms and said, "How about we don't go back, and we will when there's really a

newcomer?"

Aimee heard what he said and felt that if she really did this, it would really be a big problem.

She immediately said, "Let's go back, go back now!"

After speaking, Aimee was about to back to the room to change clothes.

However, she was dumbfounded that her clothes had already been torn to pieces by Patrick last night.

Seeing the mess all over the floor, Aimee really wanted to cry.

Did this man listen to her words?

She clearly forbade him to use force.

As a result, it looked like this now.

Patrick followed Aimee in. Seeing her looking at the clothes on the ground annoyed, he said, "Don't feel

bad. I will buy you new ones."

"Who cares about clothes?" Aimee turned around, glared at Patrick, and said, "Do you know that your

body is still very fragile now? It's not good for your body if you act like this."

Patrick had seen through Aimee, and that was what she was trying to do to him.

If he was really fragile, how could Aimee indulge him last night?

Patrick said, "I thought, last night, you already knew very clearly whether I'm fragile or not."

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?" All content is © N0velDrama.Org.

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.