Healing my disabled husband novel Chapter 220

Patrick didn't answer Aimee's question, but led her and walked out of the canteen.

Aimee had no choice but to trot to keep up with his pace.

However, Patrick walked so fast that she suddenly felt the difference in height between the two of them.

Aimee was trotting to keep up with Patrick.

She was so angry that she hummed.

Was he bulling her because of her short legs?

Patrick couldn't care less about Aimee being dragged by him now.

He just wanted to take her to his room now, and then tell her well that a man's ears cannot be touched.

Finally, Aimee was pulled into a room by Patrick.

Before she could see the situation in front of her clearly, she was pressed against the wall by Patrick and he kissed her hard.

Aimee blinked, not understanding what was going on at all.

Patrick's kiss came fiercely and urgently. There was no possibility for Aimee to avoid it at all.

Aimee realized what happened now, and her hands unconsciously pushed Patrick away, trying to make him let go of herself.

However, her strength at this moment made herself not Patrick's opponent at all.

When Aimee was put on a bed by Patrick, one of her feelings was, okay, she ate a bowl of cold noodle.

Otherwise, she would really be tortured to death by Patrick.

Originally, Patrick only planned to take Aimee to stay at Martial Arts School for a few hours before leaving. No one would have thought that they would spend the night here.

After Patrick was satiable, he asked someone to bring them food.

Aimee wanted to kick Patrick a few times in embarrassment, but now she really had no strength.

She was lying on the bed, muffling and complaining about her dissatisfaction with Patrick.

Patrick also knew he was going too far.

Although Aimee's physical fitness was good, after two consecutive fights, she was exhausted to the extreme.

Under such circumstances, he let Aimee be bullied like this by him, because he was too beastly.

However, Patrick didn't mean to repent at all.

Even when he saw the marks he made on Aimee's shoulders outside the quilt, he still wanted to press Aimee again and continue what they had just done.

However, in order to prevent Aimee from being really angry, Patrick still suppressed his inner desire.

He walked over, leaned down, and said softly to Aimee, "Aimee, get up and eat something, okay?"

Aimee snorted angrily, and didn't want to pay any attention to Patrick anymore.

She buried her face in the pillow and curled up like a ball, ignoring Patrick at all.

Patrick had no choice but to hug Aimee, wrapped her up in a quilt, and said, "Aimee, be good. Eat something, and then be angry with me later."

Aimee was even more annoyed when she heard this.

She glared at Patrick, almost wanting to bite him.

However, she dared not.

She knew very well that if she really bit Patrick, he might bang her again.

Aimee really didn't have the strength to deal with him anymore.

She sniffed and said to Patrick, "I won't eat. Let me go. I'm going to sleep."

When Patrick heard her yelling at him so confidently, the smile in his eyes grew stronger.

How can this girl be so cute?

He lowered his head, moved to her lips and kissed her again, saying, "Aimee, do me a favor. Eat something. Then I'll sleep with you, okay?"

Aimee snorted softly, and said with grievance, "I don't want you to accompany me. I want to go home."

She didn't want to stay here anymore. She was already ashamed.

"Okay, Aimee, we'll go home after you eat," Patrick said.