Healing my disabled husband

Chapter 214 I'm Not Hiding

Noticing Aimee's gaze, Patrick looked down at her and said, "Aimee, let's go. I will take you to the

training ground."

Aimee became more interested, raised her eyebrows, and said, "Don't you want to say hello to her?"

She asked this question with her eyes, but Patrick understood it.

He looked towards the woman impatiently, and said, "Skyla Chambers, during working hours, leave

work without permission. Go to receive the punishment yourself."

For Patrick's words, not to mention that Skyla couldn't hold back on the spot, even Aimee was a little

dumbfounded.

She looked at Patrick in disbelief, never expecting him to be so heartless.

Skyla's tears fell on the spot, looked at Patrick, and said, "Mr. Hayden, I came out because I saw your

car. I..."

"Skyla, don't you know the rules here?" Patrick interrupted Skyla with a colder tone, "Get the

punishment yourself. Don't make me repeat it."

Patrick had completely lost his patience. His face was dark, and he had an aggressive and murderous

aura.

It was the first time for Aimee to see Patrick like this.

Although his attitude towards other women did make her feel very satisfied, Aimee still felt a little

unbelievable.

Patrick, who was being like this, really made her feel strange.

Even, she was not used to it.

Skyla understood Patrick's temperament. He was very angry now. If she said anything else, he would

definitely kick her out of the school.

She cannot allow this to happen.

She had finally passed many tests before entering here, and only then had the opportunity to work for

Patrick. How could she let herself leave here?

She still hadn't let Patrick know how good she was, let him know that she was the most suitable woman

in this world for him.

She cannot leave.

Skyla didn't dare to say anything more, and immediately prepared to receive the punishment.

However, she couldn't help but finally looking at Aimee.

Who was this woman?

She was standing by Patrick's side?

She won't allow it!

Skyla bit her lip tightly. Naturally she didn't dare to say anything in front of Patrick.

She had to go back and check to see who this woman was, and she had to drive her away from

Patrick.

After Skyla left, Aimee looked at Patrick and said with a smile, "Darling, you are so charming."

Patrick raised his eyebrows when he heard Aimee say this, and looked at Aimee blankly, as if he didn't

understand what she meant.

Aimee snorted softly. How could she not see that he was pretending on purpose?

She said, "Darling, let's go. Can you take me to have a good look around here?"

She wanted to see how many women in this school had feelings for Patrick.

However, what left Aimee speechless was that she didn't find any of them next. All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

Because, after taking a good look around, Aimee became clear that Skyla was the only woman here.

However, regardless of the gender factor, Aimee had noticed something very important. There were still

many men here who admired Patrick very much.

If it weren't for Aimee's ability to judge, those worships were purely for Patrick's ability and had no other

intentions.

Otherwise, she really had to wonder if she actually had many male rivals in love.

After walking around, Aimee and Patrick went to the fighting arena.

A competition will be held here once a month, and the ranking will be reshuffled, and the capable will

be promoted.

Here, the competition was very strict.

Aimee went around and was very satisfied with the configuration here.

She looked at Patrick and was already eager to try.

"Darling, come on. Let's compete." Aimee said.

Today, she specially wore a set of clothes and shoes that can be used for fighting. At this moment, she

had already started to jump, ready to attack Patrick at any time.

Patrick was amused by her appearance, raised his hand and touched his nose, and said, "Aimee, you

just want to beat me so much."

Aimee immediately put her hands on her hips and said to Patrick, "Darling, don't go back on your word

when we get here. I won't agree with that."

She had been looking forward to it since last night, and now if Patrick suddenly repented, she will really

be depressed to death.

Patrick had no choice but to shake his wrist and said, "Okay, Aimee, if you get hurt by me later, don't

cry."

When Aimee heard this, she immediately lost her temper.

Why was Patrick so confident? She would let him see his dear wife was not a weak woman.

Both of them were eager to try, but they didn't immediately attack each other. Instead, they were

observing each other's movements.

Patrick's mouth curled up slightly. He was waiting patiently to see when Aimee made a move .

Aimee somehow got a little angry at his state.

What was the matter with this man?

Could it be that he still wanted to play with her?

Aimee sniffed, feeling even more depressed.

Suddenly she turned serious, raised her foot and kicked towards Patrick.

Patrick didn't fight back, but dodged quickly, avoiding Aimee's attack.

In the next few rounds, Aimee attacked Patrick, but he just dodged blindly and didn't fight back at all.

Aimee started to get tired.

She retracted her actions, looked at Patrick, feeling dissatisfied, and said, "Darling, what do you mean

by this? Do you really want me to beat you up?"

The point was, what frustrated Aimee the most was that this guy, Patrick, had been dodging backwards

so that she can't hit him at all.

This made Aimee even more certain that Patrick was playing tricks on her on purpose.

Patrick saw Aimee's depressed look, and smiled unconsciously.

This girl really can't bear being teased.

He said, "Aimee, I'm not willing to beat you."

"Darling, just stand and let me beat you. What are you hiding?" Aimee said.

After Aimee said this, Patrick was very helpless.

What was she talking about?

Was she deliberately making him angry?

Patrick laughed lowly, stood still, and said, "Okay, I won't hide. Come on, Aimee."

Aimee raised her eyebrows, and really attacked Patrick.

With momentum, her posture was really going to knock Patrick down to the ground.