Healing my disabled husband

Chapter 155 Your darling, baby, and sweet have all become Patrick



Chapter 155 Your darling, baby, and sweet have all become Patrick

Aimee knew it without asking that Kelvin must have told Matilda.

He knew best that Matilda's favorite dish was 'run, run, chicken'.

Every time she cooked this dish, Matilda will smell it no matter how far away she was.

However, in recent years, Matilda had been abroad and rarely came back, and she had never cooked

this dish again.

Matilda hadn't eaten this dish for several years.

Aimee said, "Kelvin can make it too. Let him make it for you."

Matilda immediately sent a voice message over directly, "Whoa, Aimee, look what you're talking about.

Not only did you serve this dish to Patrick, but you also asked me to find Kelvin. Kelvin is one who can

make this dish? He is not! You actually try to use him to fool me, woo woo woo, Aimee, you have

changed, your sweetheart, darling, and sweet all changed. You're breaking my heart."

Aimee accidentally tapped the button of playing it with speaker, and Matilda's protest and accusation

sound was released from the phone.

Hearing Matilda's words, she really had to wonder if she was really a peerless scumbag.

She was helpless and replied, "Kelvin got my personal instruction."

However, Matilda didn't stop at all, and being unreasonable, she said, "I don't care. I don't care. Aimee,

you just broke my heart. My heart is broken into pieces. You're so cold. You have to make it up to me."

Aimee immediately transferred money to her, and then said very domineeringly, "Back off."

After receiving a large sum of money, Matilda really became obedient and directly sent Aimee an emoji This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

to express her gratitude, and then said with a smile, "I will back off right now."

Aimee shook her head. If she hadn't known that Matilda really liked this dish, she would have

suspected that she was using this reason to get money from her.

Putting the phone away, Aimee looked up and met Patrick's amorous and smiling eyes.

Her heartbeat was out of order for a moment. She coughed lightly, and asked nonsense, "Are you done

eating?"

With what she said, she stood up and walked towards the dinning room.

When passing by Patrick, Patrick grabbed his wrist.

Aimee looked up, just as Patrick lowered his head and moved closer to her.

His face suddenly magnified in front of hers, causing her to take a step back unconsciously, trying to

dodge.

However, Patrick had firmly clasped her waist and pulled her into his arms.

Patrick said, "It turns out that I'm your darling, baby, sweetie."

Aimee was so startled that she almost choked on her saliva. She quickly shook her head and said,

"Don't listen to Matilda's nonsense."

She had already scolded Matilda over and over again in her heart. Why did she send that voice

message for nothing, and saying all kinds of nonsense?

However, it was overheard by this scheming man.

After that, how would he make fun of herself?

Sure enough, Patrick raised his hand, and while stroking Aimee's back, he said, "Aren't I your darling,

baby and sweetie? Your decisive denial really makes me feel quite sad."

Aimee really wanted to hammer his head off.

What was wrong with this guy? He was not a little girl. Why did he do this all of a sudden?

However, seeing Patrick's face that seemed genuinely hurtful, Aimee didn't intend to say anything to

upset him.

She pressed Patrick's hand and said, "Anyway, you eat the dish I made, but others don't."

After speaking, Aimee withdrew from Patrick's arms and walked into the dinning room.

Patrick's mouth curled up, and his eyes were full of some meaning.

Aimee, what was not clear about that?

Now, he was the most special one to her.

Patrick walked over and wanted to help Aimee, but she slapped his hand away.

"Don't forget your ban has not been lifted yet. You are not allowed to move things." Aimee said.

Patrick really felt a little helpless. He just took two bowls. Did she have to be so serious?

This was not considered heavy.

Patrick said with grievance, "Aimee, I don't need to do anything like this, which really makes me feel

like a useless person."

"Soon you won't be anymore." Aimee said, "For a few days, just bear with it."

After putting all the dishes and tableware into a dishwasher, Aimee saw that Patrick still looked

disappointed, and asked suspiciously, "Since you want to do housework so much, you should have

never done it before."

For a family like the Hayden family, there were countless housekeepers and servants who took care of

the their daily life in an orderly manner. She didn't understand why Patrick suddenly wanted to

participate in these matters.

Patrick touched his nose. There was no way to deny Aimee's words.

As she said, since he was a child, he really hadn't done these things.

However, it was different now.

There were only the two of them in this house now.

He didn't want everything that was done by Aimee alone.

Patrick said, "I want to help you."

Instantly, Aimee understood what Patrick meant.

She smiled and said, "If you really want to help me, then you just obediently listen to me."

Patrick was helpless. His voice weakened, and it sounded like he was aggrieved.

He said, "Am I not obedient enough?"

Aimee blinked her eyes and said, "It's not enough. You've been really nasty recently."

He often molested her. He was really infuriating.

She cured him with great difficulty. Otherwise, she would have fought back a long time ago. He always

made her blush and heartbeat quickly, which was so bad.

Patrick squinted his eyes. Seeing the eagerness flashing in Aimee's eyes, inexplicably, he felt a little bit

scared.

He suddenly felt that if he provoked her again, he might really be beaten by her.

Thinking of Aimee kicking Jaylah, although Patrick wanted to fight with her a little bit, he still felt that it

would be better to fight elsewhere.

After all, according to Aimee's request, he was so weal now that he really can't bear that.


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