Healing my disabled husband
Chapter 20 I don't want to talk to a liar
Aimee was not in a good mood when she hung up the phone.
She had a vague feeling of bad premonition in her heart, always felt that this thing would not be so smooth.
If she hadn't been unable to get away on her side, she would have wanted to make a trip to Lasnain herself to make sure nothing was wrong.
After settling down, Aimee stood up, took out the iced medicine from the refrigerator, and gently went to Patrick's room.
After injecting the solution into Patrick's vial, Aimee went back to set up the machine and then, as she had done last night, watched over Patrick at his bedside.
Today's dosing was increased and Patrick's pain was more pronounced than last night.
Aimee could hear Patrick's heavy breathing from the pain, but, strangely enough, he didn't wake up.
Standing with her arms around Patrick's bed for a long time, the more Aimee thought about it, the more impossible it seemed.
Unless Patrick has some special skill, how can he not open his eyes?
She leaned down and her gaze fell straight above Patrick's eyes.
In the daytime, she thought Patrick's eyes were beautiful, the pair of peach blossom eyes even when looking at people indifferently, but also with a hidden style.
At this moment, looking at the small mole on the end of his eye, Aimee felt even more special and sexy.
She landed on top of Patrick's eyelids before she could react to what she was about to do.
Fingertips light touch, as if there is a current from the fingertips into the body, so Aimee involuntarily curled up a finger.
This electric sensation was strange and frightening to her.
She grunted and jerked upright, hiding the messy hand behind her back.
electricity on her fingertips,
face for a moment, her eyes closed as if
did he sleep too much, or did
were beads of sweat on Patrick's forehead, and Aimee bit her
through the initial period, adjust your
lucky enough to have such sophisticated instruments to assist him, which has relieved a lot of
teacher cured endured a lot of pain
the man's wailing, Aimee's mouth curled up and she said to Patrick, "You're pretty good, you're more
moment, Aimee's body was bent so low that her warm
already sensitive and fragile nerves from the pain are, at this
proximity is simply torture
and that
delicately until dawn, when she recovered the instrument, but was not able
a moment of weakness, the drip was slowed
it directly led to the situation that Aimee
hand several times to adjust the drip to the fastest
hope that she would not be so unlucky, that Patrick would not suddenly wake up, and that the old
is often the case that the more you are afraid of something, the more it
turned, followed by the old Hayden having walked
here, the old Hayden was
are you doing in Pat's room this early in the morning?" the
came to Patrick's room, it was with him, which only made the old Hayden feel that Aimee had not yet considered herself to be
Aimee had been coming in in the dark
even stayed all
won't be talking to the
truth, the old Hayden would have thought that she was
calmly and said, "Grandpa, I woke up early today and