Healing my disabled husband novel Chapter 270

Aimee looked pitiful, as if she had been wronged.

Patrick was soft-hearted for a moment. Facing Aimee like that, he can just take out his heart and give it to her, let alone just believe what she said?

However, Patrick's rationality still defeated his sensibility.

He wouldn't let Aimee make fun of her body.

Aimee was really helpless.

How could she not understand what Patrick was thinking? Just like her, he would become extra fussy when handling the things related to her.

Therefore, Aimee stopped talking with Patrick, but could only wait and see. When the temperature dropped and Patrick couldn't hold it anymore, she would automatically warm him up.

The two leaned against the mountain wall to rest.

Although the current situation was very bad, fortunately, there were no beasts, insects and snakes on this mountain. At least, they didn't have to worry about so many strange things when they were resting.

However, in this environment, they can't light a fire to keep warm. They can only rely on their own body temperature to maintain the warmth.

At about three o'clock in the morning, the temperature reached its lowest point.

Aimee asked Patrick to sleep leaning against her for a while, but Patrick refused and wanted to accompany with her.

However, Patrick couldn't hold on for long. Aimee used very familiar words forcing him to compromise.

Aimee said, "Darling, if you don't sleep, when we go down the mountain at dawn, do you really plan to let me carry you down?"

Patrick was choked, raised his hand and pinched Aimee's ear gently, saying, "Aimee, you just don't trust me."

How fragile he was for Aimee to worry about him so much.

However, Patrick was also very grateful for this, so he was willing to obey Aimee's order, leaned on her shoulder, and took a nap for a while.

Aimee heard Patrick's breathing calmed down, and was finally relieved.

She turned her head to look at Patrick's face, but her hands were secretly trying to take off her coat so that Patrick could put it on.

However, when she was about to take it off, Patrick grabbed her wrist.

Patrick didn't open his eyes, but took Aimee's hand, put it to his lips and kissed it. His tone was full of helplessness.

"Aimee, do you have to do this?" Patrick said.

Aimee was a little frustrated. He was already asleep, so how could he still know what she was doing? This was really inexplicable.

Patrick didn't hear Aimee's answer, so he opened his eyes, looked down at Aimee, and saw her frustrated face.

The corners of his mouth curled up, and he said, "Aimee, I'm not cold yet."

"How dare you lie to me." Aimee became even more frustrated, held Patrick's hand, and said, "Look at how cold your hand is."

Different from her palm temperature, Patrick's palm temperature was really a little cold.

Patrick couldn't deny this and still felt a little helpless when she said that.

He said, "Aimee, with your physique, there is no room for me to develop at all."

When Aimee heard this, she knew that Patrick had compromised.

She withdrew her hand, took off her coat , and put it on Patrick.

"You should have agreed earlier, but you insisted. You're going to lose to me anyway." Aimee said.

Patrick laughed, and his eyes were full of doting and deep helplessness.

That was right. He didn't even know what he was being stubborn about, and he had to listen to Aimee in the end.

Squeezing Aimee's ear gently, Patrick said, "Aimee, does it mean I love you so much?"

Aimee heard this, but didn't take it seriously.

She held her chin, looked at Patrick, and said something very reasonable.

Aimee said, "Darling, shouldn't you love me so much?"

Patrick was a little stunned. It was actually very unlikely that these words would come out of Aimee's mouth.

However, when Aimee said that, it made Patrick feel that it was so reasonable.

And, Patrick thought, to hear Aimee say that was very appropriate.

This also meant that Aimee was already in deep love with him.

Patrick looked at Aimee with affection.

Although there was no light at the moment, Aimee can still see clearly.

Aimee was stared at by him suddenly, raised her hand to cover Patrick's eyes, and said coquettishly, "Darling, don't look at me like that."

The two of them hadn't escaped from danger yet. It was always inappropriate to be so affectionate.

Patrick smiled and said, "But I like to look at you like this."

He didn't just want to look at Aimee like that, but wanted to hold her and kiss her.

There were many things he wanted to do.

However, he also knew that now was not the time.

When they went back, he must make up for what he missed during this period.