Healing my disabled husband

Chapter 208 Disappointed

Patrick and Aimee returned to Hayden's Mansion in the afternoon.

On the way, Aimee didn't speak to Patrick.

She was no longer angry but simply ashamed.

When she went to change clothes, she found that her body was covered with marks made by him, and

she couldn't cover them.

There was no other way that she could only wear a high-necked long-sleeved shirt and a pair of very

formal suit trousers in such weather to wrap herself tightly.

Fortunately, they were indoors all the time, and after getting in the car, the air conditioner was also

turned on extremely low.

In this way, she was able to keep a relatively comfortable temperature.

Patrick drove the car while smiling.

He was in a really good mood. If Aimee wasn't really on the verge of getting angry now, he would really

tease her again.

The car drove into Hayden's Mansion, and Aimee held on to the seat belt, not wanting to get out of the

car for a long time.

However, Camdyn heard the voice and came out of it with Flabby in his arms.

Aimee can only open the door to get out of the car.

As Camdyn saw Aimee, he was taken aback.

He asked, "Aimee, it's thirty-nine degrees today. Aren't you feeling hot?"

Aimee was about to cry, and her face was even more red.

She gritted her teeth and said firmly, "Grandpa, I'm not feeling hot."

After saying it, Aimee heard Patrick laughing.

She was even more depressed. This hateful man had to expose her intention.

Aimee cleared her throat lightly, and said to Camdyn, "Grandpa, I remembered I have to deal with

something. I'll go in first."

After speaking, Aimee ran into it without looking back.

Flabby was very happy to see her back, and wanted her to hug him, but in the end, she rushed into the

room like a gust of wind, without even giving him a look.

Flabby was whining and howling incessantly, as if he had been abandoned.

Patrick came over, pinched the puppy's neck, and said, "Don't bark. Your mom is angry. Help me coax

her later."

Flabby: "Aww... aww..."

Camdyn instantly understood what was going on.

He glared at Patrick, but said, "Nice job."

Patrick smiled lightly, looked at Camdyn, and said, "Grandpa, if Aimee hears what you said, she will

have to be angry with you."

Camdyn said, "No, Aimee will only be angry with you."

Patrick was speechless, looked at Camdyn with an amused look, and said, "Grandpa, if Aimee puts the

blame on me, it means that I may be kicked out of the bedroom. Do you still think it's okay?"

Camdyn's expression froze instantly.

Yes, if Patrick was kicked out of the bedroom, it meant that his wish to have a great-grandchild will be

stranded again.

Camdyn glared at Patrick and said, "Then why are you still here with me? Why don't you coax Aimee?"

He didn't understand how could he, a smart old man, have such a stupid grandson as Patrick?

Patrick made his wife unhappy, but he didn't even know how to coax her.

Hey, it really broke his heart.

Patrick touched his nose and wanted to say that he was completely embarrassed by Aimee now, and it

was really not an easy task to coax her.

However, in front of Camdyn, he absolutely refused to lose face.

Walking up the stairs, Patrick heard Camdyn say to Flabby, "Flabby, you can't learn from your dad.

Your dad is so stupid. I don't even want to talk about him."

Camdyn's tone was full of dislike for Patrick.

Patrick was so helpless. When did he become a dog's negative example?

However, this little dog seemed to understand it, and he fit well with Camdyn's words, barking non-stop.

It just made Patrick want to teach this puppy a lesson.

However, the most important thing now, of course, was to coax his wife.

Aimee returned to the room, and couldn't wait to unbutton her shirt.

In such a hot weather, she was really about to be suffocated by the heat.

However, after unbuttoning it, she can see the marks on her neck from the mirror.

Aimee was annoyed again.

She knew that she shouldn't have agreed at the beginning.

After the first time, he became insatiable

Unfortunately, she couldn't control herself.

Aimee sighed. Finally there was no other way but she had to start to cover the traces with liquid

foundation.

When she was at La Grande Maison, she was so angry that she completely forgot that there was such

a way of covering.

Now that she was back, she naturally had to handle the marks on her neck.

As Patrick came in, he saw Aimee in front of the mirror, holding a beauty blender in her hand, and kept

pressing on her neck.

He walked over and stood behind Aimee. His eyes darkened a bit.

For a split second, Patrick himself thought he was a beast enough.

He was already thinking about unlocking the bathroom with Aimee.

Aimee didn't want to pay attention to Patrick at first. She deliberately pretended that he didn't exist and

she didn't see him.

However, soon, Aimee noticed something wrong with Patrick's eyes.

She stopped her movement and looked defensively through the mirror at Patrick, as if he made any Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

moves, she would actually fight him.

Fortunately, Patrick didn't do any dangerous moves.

Seeing that the movement of Aimee's hand stopped, he took the sponge from her hand, imitated her

movement, and pressed it on her neck.

Patrick said, "Don't be angry with me. I'll be careful in the future, okay?"

Aimee thought that was funny. If she believed Patrick in this matter, she would be a real idiot.

Seeing that she didn't speak, Patrick said again, "I promise I won't make it where you can see it in the

future, okay?"

Aimee took the sponge back from his hand, snorted softly, and said, "I want to punish you. You are not

allowed to touch me again."

She had to make a rule with Patrick, and she couldn't let him do whatever he wanted.

Otherwise, she can imagine how difficult her future life will be.

Patrick heard the words, but raised his brows lightly, smiled and said nothing.

Of course, she just said it casually.

At that time, whether he can follow, of course, was up to him.

Aimee saw his expression, and knew that he was planning something in his heart.

She frowned, and decided not to talk to Patrick again. She didn't believe that if she really didn't allow it,

could he still force her?

Finally, after Aimee covered all her exposed skin, the embarrassment in her heart was suppressed.

Camdyn was at home, and she was too embarrassed to always stay upstairs. After changing her

clothes, she went downstairs.

To her surprise, Casey was there.

When she saw her coming down the stairs, a look of discomfort visibly slipped across Casey's face.

Aimee looked at her amusedly, guessing that she had something to say to her.

However, she didn't rush to speak, but waited for Casey to speak first.

Casey sniffed and tugged at Camdyn's arm, trying to hinting something to him.

Camdyn ignored her at all, holding Flabby in his arms and looking like a good father.

Casey was very depressed. In her grandfather's heart, could she not be as good as a dog?

Looking at her expression, Aimee felt even more amused.

She walked to the opposite sofa and sat down. Flabby kicked his legs and was about to get off

Camdyn's arms, trying to go to Aimee.

Camdyn snorted angrily, "You little heartless dog. You forgot who gave you food, drink and play with

you these past two days? Now that you see your mom coming over, you despise me, the old man. Oh

my heart, I'm so disappointed”