Healing my disabled husband novel Chapter 272

Until noon, the temperature completely returned, and Patrick's condition also recovered a lot.

Aimee took out a button-like item from her backpack, turned her head, looked at Patrick, and said, "Darling, let's make a bet. This thing is a signal device. If I drop it, it will automatically locate to our place, so we can wait for help."

Patrick looked at Aimee in surprise that she had such a device.

Aimee said with some embarrassment, "Originally, if we were in another place, I could just throw this thing down and wait for someone to rescue us, but in this position, I'm not sure if it will work."

In fact, at the beginning, Aimee didn't want to use this.

Firstly, it was because she didn't know whether this would be effective, and secondly, she didn't want more people to come to Veggia, which was not a good thing.

However, in this situation, if this method was not used, the two of them will be trapped here.

As for whether this thing will work, Aimee actually had no idea.

In other places, this will certainly be useful.

However, Veggia was too mysterious. Now they found themselves lost and can't get out at all.

Aimee was not sure if the signal will be received after throwing it out.

However, until now, Aimee can only gamble.

Patrick said, "I believe in you."

In fact, Patrick had already made arrangements here, but it was made before they came here.

He told Trace to follow them secretly, and when the time was right, he could come and rescue them.

However, Patrick didn't tell Aimee about it.

As Aimee thought, Veggia was too elusive.

Patrick was not sure now when will Trace and the others arrive.

If he told Aimee to have expectations, it would not be a good thing for the current situation.

So, Patrick didn't say anything.

The two of them were so worried about each other, and they also cared each other in their own way.

Aimee threw the annunciator in her hand down the mountain. Whether she could succeed or not was up to the device.

At this moment, Aimee suddenly felt it a little funny.

She can only pray in her heart that everything can develop according to her plan.

After throwing the annunciator down, Aimee leaned on Patrick's shoulder and said, "Darling, do we look like two puppies now, waiting for the owner to come and take us home?"

Patrick laughed that she was in the mood to tell jokes to amuse him.

He said, "Then what kind of puppy are you?"

Aimee tilted her head and thought for a while, then said, "Samoyed, looks pretty."

Just like the one in their family, Flabby was silly, but looked pretty.

Especially now that the injury has healed, he looked even more beautiful.

Aimee said, "Darling, I miss Flabby."

And grandpa.

She didn't know if the old man was very worried about them.

And Casey, she was already worried about how she was now and whether the wound was recovering well, even with Kelvin around.

If it was said that her medical skills were very good, then Kelvin's were not inferior to hers.

More precisely, Kelvin's were comparable to hers.

As long as Casey was obedient and took good care of herself according to Kelvin's request, there won't be any problems with her wound.

Patrick put his arms around Aimee, tilted his head and kissed her hair.

"Soon, we'll be home," he said.

Aimee smiled. Then, she raised her head, frowned, and said, "Darling, I haven't washed my hair for several days, and you kissed it. I don't know how are you feeling now."

Patrick laughed at her distasteful words.

He squeezed Aimee's face gently, and said, "Why are you so bad? Deliberately make me feel uncomfortable, don't you?"

"No," Aimee said with an innocent face, "I feel sorry for you."

"If you feel sorry for me, promise me one thing." Patrick said.

Aimee immediately moved back instinctively, and looked at Patrick defensively, always feeling that he had some malicious intentions.

She narrowed her eyes and said, "Darling, don't have any improper thoughts. Otherwise, I'm not sure if I will beat you."

Why was she so violent today?

She always said she would beat him up.

"Whom are you going to marry if you beat me up?" Patrick asked, as he squeezed Aimee's waist with his big hand.

When Aimee heard this, a malicious smile appeared in her face.

She tilted her head, intentionally put on a pensive look, and said, "There are thousands of men in the world, and one of them belongs to me."

However, as soon as she said so, she obviously entered Patrick's minefield.

Patrick pulled Aimee into his arms directly, and took a bite on her mouth.

Aimee was in pain and exclaimed. Then her eyes turned watery.

How could this man be so bad?

She muttered dissatisfiedly, "Darling, you have bitten all my makeup."

Patrick didn't think of this, and looked at Aimee dumbfoundedly. When he saw the piece of fake skin on her mouth that he had bitten off, he was inexplicably at a loss.

Aimee could only give Patrick a coquettish look, and then took off the fake skin on her face.

Her original face was revealed. With her current messy and dirty hair and clothes, he really couldn't bear to look directly at her.

However, Patrick didn't embarrass Aimee. He leaned up to Aimee and asked her to take off the fake skin on his face too.

Now, the two of them were just the same, and no one should want to dislike the other.

Aimee couldn't hold back seeing Patrick, and laughed out loud, "Darling, you look so handsome."

Patrick smiled helplessly, but his eyes gradually darkened.

One advantage of taking off the fake skin was that he was free to kiss Aimee.

While Aimee was still laughing at him, Patrick no longer restrained himself, reached out, hooked him into his arms, and kissed her hard.

Sure enough, after removing that layer of fake skin, such a direct touch was the most affectionate.

Aimee didn't push Patrick away until the pain came from her mouth.

No need to look, she knew that her mouth must be swollen very wonderfully.