Healing my disabled husband

Chapter 220 Let's Go Home

Patrick didn't answer Aimee's question, but led her and walked out of the canteen.

Aimee had no choice but to trot to keep up with his pace.

However, Patrick walked so fast that she suddenly felt the difference in height between the two of them.

Aimee was trotting to keep up with Patrick.

She was so angry that she hummed.

Was he bulling her because of her short legs?

Patrick couldn't care less about Aimee being dragged by him now.

He just wanted to take her to his room now, and then tell her well that a man's ears cannot be touched.

Finally, Aimee was pulled into a room by Patrick.

Before she could see the situation in front of her clearly, she was pressed against the wall by Patrick

and he kissed her hard.

Aimee blinked, not understanding what was going on at all.

Patrick's kiss came fiercely and urgently. There was no possibility for Aimee to avoid it at all.

Aimee realized what happened now, and her hands unconsciously pushed Patrick away, trying to make

him let go of herself.

However, her strength at this moment made herself not Patrick's opponent at all.

When Aimee was put on a bed by Patrick, one of her feelings was, okay, she ate a bowl of cold noodle.

Otherwise, she would really be tortured to death by Patrick.

Originally, Patrick only planned to take Aimee to stay at Martial Arts School for a few hours before

leaving. No one would have thought that they would spend the night here.

After Patrick was satiable, he asked someone to bring them food.

Aimee wanted to kick Patrick a few times in embarrassment, but now she really had no strength.

She was lying on the bed, muffling and complaining about her dissatisfaction with Patrick.

Patrick also knew he was going too far.

Although Aimee's physical fitness was good, after two consecutive fights, she was exhausted to the

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Under such circumstances, he let Aimee be bullied like this by him, because he was too beastly.

However, Patrick didn't mean to repent at all.

Even when he saw the marks he made on Aimee's shoulders outside the quilt, he still wanted to press

Aimee again and continue what they had just done.

However, in order to prevent Aimee from being really angry, Patrick still suppressed his inner desire.

He walked over, leaned down, and said softly to Aimee, "Aimee, get up and eat something, okay?"

Aimee snorted angrily, and didn't want to pay any attention to Patrick anymore.

She buried her face in the pillow and curled up like a ball, ignoring Patrick at all.

Patrick had no choice but to hug Aimee, wrapped her up in a quilt, and said, "Aimee, be good. Eat

something, and then be angry with me later."

Aimee was even more annoyed when she heard this.

She glared at Patrick, almost wanting to bite him.

However, she dared not.

She knew very well that if she really bit Patrick, he might bang her again.

Aimee really didn't have the strength to deal with him anymore.

She sniffed and said to Patrick, "I won't eat. Let me go. I'm going to sleep."

When Patrick heard her yelling at him so confidently, the smile in his eyes grew stronger.

How can this girl be so cute?

He lowered his head, moved to her lips and kissed her again, saying, "Aimee, do me a favor. Eat

something. Then I'll sleep with you, okay?"

Aimee snorted softly, and said with grievance, "I don't want you to accompany me. I want to go home."

She didn't want to stay here anymore. She was already ashamed.

"Okay, Aimee, we'll go home after you eat," Patrick said.

Aimee finally understood that if she didn't eat now, Patrick would really insist to the end.

Although she was wronged, she finally compromised.

What can she do? She can only say, "Then let me go. I will eat by myself."

She didn't want to be held by Patrick at all.

Patrick nodded and said, "Okay, I'll let you go."

After saying that, Patrick really let go of Aimee.

Unexpectedly, the quilt on Aimee slipped onto the bed.

She just appeared in front of Patrick naked.

Aimee became even more ashamed and angry in an instant, and quickly pulled the quilt to cover

herself.

However, she didn't dare to lose her temper with Patrick, because Patrick's way of watching her had

changed.

Aimee shrank back and said, "You take my clothes here."

Patrick really thought about it, but he still felt sorry for Aimee and didn't really do anything to her.

He fetched Aimee's clothes obediently, but Aimee was still on guard.

Patrick found it both angry and funny. What kind of impression did she have in her heart that made her

so afraid of him?

Aimee got dressed quickly, and only then did she relax a little.

Fortunately, she still saved the last bit of sanity and didn't let Patrick tear her clothes.

Otherwise, she really would have no courage to come to the school again.

Sitting by the table, Aimee smelled the aroma of the food, and finally felt the feeling of hunger.

So, Aimee didn't bother so much, picked up a fork, and started eating.

Seeing that Aimee was willing to eat, Patrick was finally relieved.

He sat beside Aimee and picked up a fork as well.

He was indeed hungry.

Today was the most exhausting day since his recovery.

However, this kind of consumption made him very happy.

The two of them ate up all the dishes on the table.

Aimee touched her stomach, and finally felt that her strength had recovered a lot.

She immediately said to Patrick, "Darling, let's go home."

She was excited before coming here. And now she was anxious to go home.

She really didn't want to stay here any longer.

Patrick laughed, rubbed Aimee's head, and said, "Okay, let's go home."

That was good, least those guys wanted to fight with his wife.

The two were about to leave the room when Aimee suddenly thought of something, turned to Patrick

and asked, "Darling, who will clean the room?"

In a place where there were almost only men, only Skyla was a woman, Aimee suddenly thought,

maybe Skyla will come to clean for Patrick, right?

That was absolutely not possible.

"There's an internal affairs department," Patrick said.

Some of his requirements here were based on militarized management.

In terms of internal affairs, his subordinates were no worse than women.

Except for their own rooms, which were cleaned by themselves, they also set up a special internal

affairs department, which was responsible for all aspects of this school.

When he will not come here, people from this department will be in charge of his room.

Aimee thought about it for a while, but decided that she would clean it by herself.

She was really ashamed to have a bunch of men clean Patrick's room.

Especially, they had sex in the room just now. If she didn't handle it well, she will really be ashamed to

face others.

Aimee said, "Darling, take a rest first. I'll finish tidying up before we leave."