Healing my disabled husband

Chapter 205 This is Our Matrimonial House

Aimee's eyes fell on the handsome face right in front of her, and finally, on those thin lips.

She swallowed unconsciously, and an irrepressible desire was showed in her eyes.

It was said that people with thin lips were ruthless, but Aimee felt that what Patrick brought to her was

endless affection.

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Aimee licked the corner of her mouth uncontrollably, and then, as if she had made up her mind, she bit

down on Patrick's lips.

She didn't hold back her strength, and this bite directly broke the skin of Patrick's lips.

Patrick snorted, and didn't expect that she would hit him so hard.

With a helpless low laugh, Patrick held Aimee's waist, lifted her onto his lap, and let her sit down.

Then, he reversed the position and attacked Aimee's lips.

Aimee didn't even have time to exclaim at the change of where she was sitting before she was kissed

by Patrick.

When Patrick finally let her go, Aimee could clearly feel that her mouth was swollen.

She looked at Patrick, and the moisture in her eyes became a little thicker.

This man was a bully.

Patrick was very satisfied with his masterpiece.

He reached out and stroked Aimee's lips, and said deliberately, "Aimee, don't let people misunderstand

that I'm fierce alone."

Aimee blinked and finally realized what he meant by fierce.

Her cheeks flushed immediately, and she instantly felt shy.

Obviously, they hadn't reached that step yet.

However, this man made this kind of misunderstanding several times.

It was clearly bullying.

Aimee said, "Darling, don't always do such misleading things."

It was eally annoying.

Patrick laughed even more uncontrollably.

He caressed Aimee's face and said, "Or, Aimee, just make me ‘bully' you."

Aimee's face turned even redder.

She didn't understand why Patrick was so obsessed with this matter.

However, for a moment, Aimee felt that there seemed to be nothing wrong.

So Aimee asked, "Darling, is this your house?"

She always had to be sure if they were in his own home or someone else's.

Understanding Aimee's meaning in an instant, Patrick smiled, clasped Aimee's waist tightly, picked her

up from the sofa, and strode towards the bedroom.

The moment Aimee was put on the bed, Patrick said, "Aimee, this is our wedding room."

After he said so, Patrick didn't give Aimee a chance to be surprised, and bent down directly, leading her

into a completely unfamiliar area.

Before Aimee fell asleep, she felt like crying without tears.

She knew that this matter should not be compromised so quickly.

Otherwise, Patrick's inferiority as a man will be fully displayed.

She lay in Patrick's arms with tears in her eyes.

Patrick, who succeeded, kept coaxing her with soft words in her ear, such as he will be gentler next

time.

If Aimee still had the strength, she would really want to kick him a few times.

She had never been so tired fighting with dozens of people before. At this moment, she really felt that

her special physique was a lie.

However, Patrick actually laughed at her and whispered in her ear, "Aimee, you need workout more."

Aimee rolled over with what little strength she had left, and decided that no matter what Patrick said,

she would ignore him.

All she wanted now was sleeping.

Patrick didn't bother her anymore. After covering her with the quilt, he held her in his arms and fell

asleep with her.

Aimee slept for a long time this time.

She had a dream, in which she saw her teacher.

After being adopted by him, he gave her a bowl of green drink every day. According to what he said at

that time, it was a kind of soy milk.

Aimee didn't know so many things at that time, and she drank the drink obediently. Because her

teacher put a lot of sugar in the drink, it was very sweet. She was young at that time and had no

resistance to sweet things. And she felt it very delicious.

However, after drinking it for a month, she never drank that drink again.

But after that, her physique changed. She didn't need to sleep a lot, and she could be full of energy

after sleeping less than two hours a day.

After Aimee woke up, she was sweating profusely.

She was awakened with a start, and sat up from the bed suddenly.

In the dream, she saw a very strange picture.

Her teacher, while she was asleep, gave her an injection.

She couldn't see which part of her the needle was piercing into, but she could clearly see that she was

in great pain, and her small body was struggling non-stop. But her teacher seemed numb to see

everything and kept giving her injections.

Aimee clearly saw that a needle was stuck in her throat.

She was awakened by the injection, and even after waking up, she felt an unprecedented sense of

suffocation.

Aimee's body cooled down rapidly, and her teeth were chattering.

She didn't want to be alone.

Subconsciously, she groped to the side, but she didn't touch Patrick.

Aimee felt even more uncomfortable. Without thinking too much, she got off the bed and ran out of the

room.

She didn't care about wearing slippers, nor did she care that she only had a suspender skirt on her

body.

All she wanted was to find Patrick right now and immediately

Finally, Aimee found Patrick in the kitchen.

She threw herself into Patrick's arms without hesitation.

Aimee had never hugged Patrick so hard, not even before falling asleep, when they were at their

orgasm.

Patrick's muscle ached from her hugging.

However, Patrick didn't cry out for pain.

He hugged Aimee tightly, patted her on the back, lowered his head and kissed the top of her head, and

said softly, "Aimee, I'm here."

Aimee's body finally recovered. She raised her face, looked at Patrick, and said, "Darling, I'm having a

nightmare."

Patrick guessed it, but he didn't tell her that the dreams were all fake.

He just cupped Aimee's face and kissed her.

He said, "Don't be afraid. You're safe in my arms."

Aimee sniffed, looked at Patrick with watery eyes , and said, "Darling, don't leave me alone on the

bed."