Healing my disabled husband novel Chapter 173

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.