Healing my disabled husband novel Chapter 37

After Aimee entered, she saw the old Hayden and Riley both looking at her with surprise, especially the old Hayden, looking at her with some untraceable apologies in their eyes.

The old Hayden himself was very clear that his grandson was not the least bit interested in Elsie, the girl.

However, Aimee doesn't know that.

The old Hayden was really worried that Aimee would think too much about it when the two met at the door.

He asked tentatively, "Aimee Ah, the party ......"

"Grandpa, I'm home late today and I have to make soup for Master Patrick, so I'll go to the kitchen first." Aimee interrupted the old Hayden, she didn't want to discuss Patrick's love history with the old Hayden.

To her, Patrick was just a tool for her to break away from the Reed family.

If she has any kind of emotion for him now, it is only because he is now her patient.

Being able to heal him would give her a great sense of accomplishment.

Cure the rest, Aimee simply does not care.

However, this look of hers fell on the old Hayden's eyes, but in jealousy.

The old Hayden looked at Aimee's back and didn't make a sound for a long time.

It was not until Aimee's figure had disappeared into the kitchen that the old Hayden let out a long sigh and asked Riley, "Riley, do you think that Aimee is angry? But Pat clearly has no relationship with that girl from the Barr family, and Pat has never given her a chance."

Riley is very happy look, said to the old Hayden: " old Hayden, I think, Lady Aimee this reaction, you should be happy to."

"How so?" the old Hayden sighed, not forgetting to glare at Riley.

This old guy, what is going on, see his grandson's love path is not smooth, it is difficult to make him happy.

Riley said, "I think that Lady Aimee is jealous, which means that we Lady Aimee is very attached to Master Patrick."

"Is that so?" the old Hayden asked suspiciously.

"Of course it is," Riley said with certainty, "and, old Hayden, you see, Lady Aimee is now obviously unhappy, but still personally cooked for Master Patrick, what does this show, it shows that Master Patrick in Lady Aimee's heart head, has long had a very important position."

The old Hayden pondered for a long time, the more he thought about it, the more he felt that Riley was quite right.

He patted Riley's shoulder happily and said, "When you put it that way, it seems like it's really the same thing. I told you, Aimee is a good girl, and it's a blessing for us Pat to be able to marry her."

"Yes, yes, yes, old Hayden, or you have an eye for it." Riley said.

Aimee didn't know that the old Hayden and Riley were on the verge of flattering themselves.

She is handling the ingredients, so skillful and nimble that James could not help but come over and praise him.

James said, "Lady Aimee, in the future, when you have time, you have to teach me a few moves."

Aimee laughed, but was still embarrassed and said, "I only know how to make a soup, there is still a lot to learn from you."

She does not intend to expose all her cooking skills, just the skill of making soup.

Because, now the only place that can do tampering is inside the soup.

Today is a very short time, and you can not make the kind of soup that takes a very long time.

Aimee made a beef soup today, still with the medication she had prepared in advance inside the soup.

When James had also prepared dinner, he took it to Patrick's room.

Aimee didn't want to talk to Patrick today, she just silently fixed the table and then, mechanically, started feeding Patrick.

Patrick could feel Aimee's indifference to him today and knew that last night's conversation had made her uncomfortable.

He kept his eyes on Aimee's face and tried to say something several times, only to be stopped by the food Aimee fed into her mouth.

After feeding Patrick his dinner mechanically and quickly, Aimee cleared her plate and prepared to leave.

"Wait." Patrick called out to Aimee .

Aimee turned to him, looked at him, and asked, "Is something wrong?"

"That box on the table, take it and eat it." Patrick said, his eyes gesturing in the direction of the table.

Aimee just noticed that there was a delicate little box there, tied with a gold ribbon, so looking at it, you couldn't really tell what it was.

She wanted to refuse, but after thinking about it, she didn't say anything and walked over to take the box and then walked out of Patrick's room.

Patrick speechlessly looked at the door of the room that had been closed, for a moment, there were some tears and laughter.

He really didn't understand how Aimee could be so angry.

Even if he was upset about his words last night, Patrick didn't think Aimee would be this angry.

Especially, Aimee this nature, in fact, is a very defensive kind, she is the kind of whatever she does, will not let the other party pick out the wrong place.

So, in this state of not even saying thank you, Patrick knew very well that she was doing it on purpose.

It's just that Patrick really doesn't know what exactly he has done to offend Aimee.

After returning the plates to the kitchen, Aimee went back to her room.

After staring at the box for a long time, Aimee couldn't resist untying the ribbon to see what was inside.

This look, Aimee is a feeling of being stunned.

I can't believe it's macarons.

She was originally bittered by the two cups of bitter coffee in the coffee shop and was eager to go buy macarons to eat.

After solving the problem of the safe, she went to the supermarket to buy ingredients for Patrick, completely forgetting about the idea of eating macarons.

Now, there is actually such a beautiful and delicate box of macarons in front of her, Aimee the whole person is in a strange mood.

She didn't know how to describe such a feeling, and she knew very well that it didn't mean that there was a certain kind of understanding between her and Patrick.

But she couldn't help but think in that direction again.

Such nagging emotions pulled at her and kept her awake for a long time.

It was only when the phone rang that Aimee's thoughts were brought back to her.

She saw that the name of the caller was Matilda , subconsciously glanced at the time, and her brow abruptly furrowed.