Healing my disabled husband

Chapter 77 To be determined

Aimee looked at Patrick with amusement and said, "If you provoke her so much, aren't you afraid that

she will really get angry."

"She's just like that, her temper comes and goes quickly, just get used to it." Patrick said.

The family has long been aware of the sister's temperament, usually indulgent when indulgent, but

there are times, but also will not take nothing into account.

After all, the character of a girl is still very important.

In the home, they can tolerate arbitrary and presumptuous, but, if put outside, or this way, then in the

future in society, will become very difficult.

No one in the Hayden family wants Casey to become a wreck.

Aimee said, "I think she is really angry with you this time, don't you go to coax?"

"So what can I do, wife and sister, I can only choose to spoil one, if I indulge her to bully you, what will

you do?" Patrick said.

Aimee's hand, which was placing the plates, stopped for a moment before she looked at Patrick in

confusion.

This, coming from Patrick's mouth, why is it so strange?

Why did she feel so out of place?

Aimee said, "I don't need to be spoiled."

Patrick laughed and said, "Whether you need it or not, that's your business, but whether I spoil it or not,

that's my business."

He knew Aimee's nature, and perhaps, in her world, she was strong enough to handle everything on

her own.

Moreover, inside her upbringing, she has never experienced being favored.

So, for her, she automatically assumes that she doesn't need to be pampered.

However, for Patrick, this is not the case.

It is because Aimee has not had the experience of being favored that makes him want to make it up to

her.

What's more, as a man, it is only natural to spoil your wife.

As for Casey , her brother's favor to her, one day, is to share it with his sister-in-law.

And she, too, will one day have a man who favors her.

Aimee doesn't understand what's going on with Patrick today, and what he's saying is so

overwhelming.

She coughed lightly and changed the subject stiffly, saying, "Let's eat first, it's all made by me, see if it's

to your liking."

With that, Aimee took a piece of chicken and fed it to Patrick's mouth.

She actually wanted to make chicken soup today, except that she wasn't able to go to the pharmacy to

buy the herbs she needed, leaving her with no way to make chicken soup.

So, she made a chicken stew instead today.

It is the former and the teacher in the mountains when learning, but, at that time, the teacher's own

chicken, and now the supermarket to buy the chicken, there is a considerable difference in quality.

Aimee doesn't know how the chicken she made today tastes like, and the quality of the chicken is

always something Aimee can't be satisfied with.

Patrick looked at Aimee's deserter-like actions with amusement and said, "Aimee, there are times when

you are like this."

Aimee naturally understood what Patrick was referring to, and immediately became more

uncomfortable.

She just felt that this man was really strange today, and she was not able to understand all his

behavior.

How suddenly it became such a picture, so that she really hard to accept.

Aimee didn't want to get involved with Patrick, so she put the spoon directly into Patrick's mouth and

said, "Eat well and from now on, no talking."

Patrick was stuffed with a mouth full of chicken, but also not half annoyed, but slightly hooked the

corners of the mouth.

He looked at Aimee, and his gaze was unchanging, that look, as if he wanted to stare Aimee out of

something.

Aimee was so depressed that she wanted to raise her hand to cover Patrick's eyes.

In the end, does he know how ardent his eyes are now?

However, Aimee also knew very well that if she did, then it would be even more endless.

So, Aimee wisely chose not to answer whatever Patrick said or did, just pretended Patrick didn't exist,

fed him stiffly, and left in a huff.

Patrick was also very obedient and did not continue to tease her, instead he just finished his meal one

bite at a time.

He found that Aimee, the woman, was really special to his liking.

Even the dishes she cooks are to his liking.

After Aimee finally finished all the food, she drew a paper towel to wipe Patrick's mouth.

Once this task is completed, she can leave Patrick's room.

However, at this very moment, her wrist was held by Patrick.

Aimee was stunned for a moment, then her eyes widened, followed by unconcealed joy.

Before Patrick's hand is actually able to move, but, but there is no strength.

Otherwise, there would be no need to feed him with people.

Now, the power I have on Aimee's wrist, but she can clearly feel the force of Patrick's hand, how much.

It was also telling her how much he had recovered, physically.

Aimee's eyes were filled with joy, but she winked at Patrick and said, "Shh, don't tell anyone yet."

Although, Aimee didn't know how happy the old Hayden would be if he found out about it.

However, she still had to ask Patrick not to tell the old Hayden about it yet.

After all, they had more important stages to complete and Aimee would not allow any mistakes to be Owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

made.

Patrick knew what she meant and, therefore, did not linger much above her wrist.

Although, he could feel how slippery the skin under his fingers was and how much he wanted to linger.

He simply did not want to let go of Aimee's hand, and for a moment, he even wanted to hold her hand

like this forever.

However, Patrick is also aware that he cannot do so.

At least, not for a while.

He wants to get himself back on his feet, to get back to his old self, and then go on to spend his life

with Aimee.

If, as Aimee said, he was not healed by her, then he would have chosen to let her go.

He would not hold her like this for the rest of her life.

Even though, deep down, he would really think so.

Together for life.

These four words, as soon as they appeared in Patrick's mind, made him realize that he was probably

really finished.

That's really how Aimee fell.

This woman, he wanted.

And, to be sure.