Healing my disabled husband novel Chapter 205

Aimee's eyes fell on the handsome face right in front of her, and finally, on those thin lips.

She swallowed unconsciously, and an irrepressible desire was showed in her eyes.

It was said that people with thin lips were ruthless, but Aimee felt that what Patrick brought to her was endless affection.

She could feel that he cared about her.

Aimee licked the corner of her mouth uncontrollably, and then, as if she had made up her mind, she bit down on Patrick's lips.

She didn't hold back her strength, and this bite directly broke the skin of Patrick's lips.

Patrick snorted, and didn't expect that she would hit him so hard.

With a helpless low laugh, Patrick held Aimee's waist, lifted her onto his lap, and let her sit down.

Then, he reversed the position and attacked Aimee's lips.

Aimee didn't even have time to exclaim at the change of where she was sitting before she was kissed by Patrick.

When Patrick finally let her go, Aimee could clearly feel that her mouth was swollen.

She looked at Patrick, and the moisture in her eyes became a little thicker.

This man was a bully.

Patrick was very satisfied with his masterpiece.

He reached out and stroked Aimee's lips, and said deliberately, "Aimee, don't let people misunderstand that I'm fierce alone."

Aimee blinked and finally realized what he meant by fierce.

Her cheeks flushed immediately, and she instantly felt shy.

Obviously, they hadn't reached that step yet.

However, this man made this kind of misunderstanding several times.

It was clearly bullying.

Aimee said, "Darling, don't always do such misleading things."

It was eally annoying.

Patrick laughed even more uncontrollably.

He caressed Aimee's face and said, "Or, Aimee, just make me ‘bully' you."

Aimee's face turned even redder.

She didn't understand why Patrick was so obsessed with this matter.

However, for a moment, Aimee felt that there seemed to be nothing wrong.

So Aimee asked, "Darling, is this your house?"

She always had to be sure if they were in his own home or someone else's.

Understanding Aimee's meaning in an instant, Patrick smiled, clasped Aimee's waist tightly, picked her up from the sofa, and strode towards the bedroom.

The moment Aimee was put on the bed, Patrick said, "Aimee, this is our wedding room."

After he said so, Patrick didn't give Aimee a chance to be surprised, and bent down directly, leading her into a completely unfamiliar area.

Before Aimee fell asleep, she felt like crying without tears.

She knew that this matter should not be compromised so quickly.

Otherwise, Patrick's inferiority as a man will be fully displayed.

She lay in Patrick's arms with tears in her eyes.