Healing my disabled husband novel Chapter 223

It was the first time for Aimee to hear Patrick say such love words so bluntly.

Even though he would say some enamoured words when he was in bed, none of them were as pleasant as this time.

Uncontrollably, Aimee's face turned red.

She grunted and said to Patrick, "I love you too."

Aimee was not an outgoing person, and most of the time, she didn't express her thoughts directly.

However, at this moment, Aimee couldn't control herself. She just blurted out without thinking.

After hearing Aimee's response, Patrick couldn't stop his heart throbbing.

He let go of Aimee, but he lowered his head and sucked Aimee's lips.

The two kissed fiercely in the chamber. After Aimee finally couldn't bear Patrick's enthusiasm, she raised her hands and pushed him to let him let go. She blushed and said, "Let's go home quickly. Grandpa is waiting for us anxiously."

Patrick looked at her shy look, and smiled uncontrollably.

Holding Aimee's hand, Patrick said, "Okay, let's go home."

It was nine o'clock in the evening when the two finally left the martial arts school and returned to Hayden's Mansion.

Camdyn was sitting on a sofa with Flabby in his arms, and when he heard them coming in, he sighed deliberately, "My grandson is unreliable, unreliable. He said he'll come back to eat with me, but he never. I'm so hungry."

Patrick walked over helplessly, and said to Camdyn, "Grandpa, eat first if you're hungry. Don't wait for me and Aimee."

"No. I'm not like some people who will lie and bully me. I have no one to accompany me." Camdyn said.

As he spoke, he hugged Flabby tightly, and deliberately said, "Fortunately, I still have Flabby. We are dependent on each other."

Aimee was dumbfounded.

Camdyn was really like a kid.

Regarding his behavior, Aimee really didn't know how to deal with it.

After looking Patrick in the eyes, Aimee decided to go to the kitchen and make Camdyn his favorite dish to coax him.

Otherwise, this old man was really hard to coax when he almost lost his temper.

Patrick stayed in the living room talking with Camdyn, and Aimee went to the kitchen.

Because it was already late, she didn't cook any main courses, but simply made some porridge and side dishes, which could make everyone's stomachs feel comfortable.

Soon, Aimee was ready and called Patrick and Camdyn over for dinner.

Camdyn was happy when he saw the side dishes she made.

In fact, he was so hungry at that time that he had eaten.

But he just wanted his grandson and granddaughter-in-law to eat with him, so even though he was already very sleepy, he still waited in the living room.

Fortunately, he didn't go to bed directly, and he had such a delicious supper.

Camdyn had two bowls of porridge in a row, and his mood was so good.

After eating, Camdyn went back to his room to rest.

Patrick and Aimee also returned to the room.

However, Aimee was holding a quilt and prepared to go back to the original room.

Patrick immediately stood in front of her and said, "Aimee, what are you doing?"

She clearly said that she was really not angry, but when she came back, she wanted to sleep in a separate room with him.

How could Patrick allow this?

Aimee looked up at him and said, "I'm so tired. I want to sleep now."

She really didn't want to sleep in the same room as Patrick right now.

If Patrick continued to "torment" her like this, no matter how good her physique was, she really couldn't resist it.

Patrick hugged Aimee tightly and wouldn't let her leave.

He said, "Aimee, I promise I just sleep and do nothing else."

Aimee struggled to get out of his arms, but was no match for his strength.

She frowned and said, "Darling, no more sex tonight. Otherwise, I will really be angry."

Patrick heard the words, looked at Aimee's pitiful expression, and felt distressed for a moment.

In the past few days, he probably really went too far, so that Aimee didn't even want to sleep in the same bed with him.

However, no matter what, it was absolutely impossible for Patrick to sleep separately from Aimee.

So, he said, "Well, Aimee, you tie my hands, and I promise not to do anything."

Aimee frowned and stared at Patrick for a long time, making sure he meant what he said.

She was a little speechless, but she also felt that this could be used as a solution.

So, Aimee said, "You said this. Don't say that I treat you badly."

Seeing that Aimee let go, Patrick immediately put his hands in front of her, looking like he was at her mercy.

Aimee pulled Patrick to the head of the bed, went to get his tie, and tied his hands to the head of the bed.

When tying him, Aimee was in high spirits.

However, after the tying was finished, Aimee had a strange feeling for no reason.

How did she feel that this binding action was so...

It was hard to say.

Especially the look in Patrick's eyes at the moment. Although it can't be said how enamoured it was, it was indeed very ambiguous.

Aimee didn't dare to look into Patrick's eyes again, quickly lifted the other side of the quilt, got in, and quickly turned off all the lights, getting ready to sleep.

However, she didn't let herself fall asleep immediately, but pricked up her ears and listened carefully for a while to see if Patrick was moving.

She was also prepared that if Patrick made any movement, she would literally knock him unconscious with her own hands.

However, Patrick was very obedient. He didn't move at all, and even his breathing was very steady, even, to make Aimee feel that he had fallen asleep.

Aimee finally breathed a sigh of relief, because she really didn't have the strength to deal with Patrick.

She had to have a good night's sleep and recharge herself. That was all.

Aimee fell asleep unconsciously, and behind her, Patrick slowly opened his eyes after confirming that Aimee had entered a deep sleep.

The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and he moved his hands, freeing his hands from the tie.

It had to say that Aimee's defense against him had really reached a peak.

As for the knot she tied, it was impossible to untie it without some effort.

Unfortunately, however, Patrick knew this kind of knot very well.

He untied it easily.

Shaking his wrists, Patrick leaned over, propped up his upper body, and looked at Aimee's sleeping face.

How can she be so cute?

Without disturbing Aimee, Patrick gently pulled her into his arms.

He had long been used to sleeping with her in his arms, and Patrick really couldn't sleep without her in his arms.