Healing my disabled husband

Chapter 799 How Can She Be So Contradictory?

Chapter 799 How Can She Be So Contradictory?

Casey rubbed her stomach and said, "I should be fine. I won't feel uncomfortable." After all, it was her

own doing.

Even if she did feel uncomfortable, she would quietly digest it herself.

Kelvin saw through her thoughts and said somewhat helplessly, "Casey, if you're feeling unwell, you

must tell me right away. You know that?"

Casey's thoughts were exposed and she immediately smiled and leaned in towards Kelvin. She said,

"Aren't you afraid of spoiling me too much?"

Kelvin replied, "Isn't that what I should do?" Who else would spoil his wife if not him?

Casey instantly became happy again and stuck to Kelvin's side like glue. She showered him with

kisses.

Naturally, Kelvin didn't refuse such a benefit. He didn't rush to start the car either, but just held onto

Casey and kissed her back.

In another car.

Patrick waited for a long time but didn't see any sign of Kelvin starting the car. Feeling speechless

about this situation, he started his own vehicle instead.

Aimee leaned back on the seat and turned to look at Patrick. She asked, "How did you guys find out

that Casey and I were here?"

"Damion told us," Patrick replied.

Since Casey wasn't there with them, Patrick naturally wouldn't keep it from his wife Aimee.

Aimee had no surprised expression on her face. Instead, she laughed lightly, saying, "So it seems like

what I heard really was him."

"What?" Patrick looked at Aimee strangely, wondering what she meant.

"I heard him talking to a girl, but it sounded like they were having a really unpleasant conversation,"

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Patrick's eyebrows raised with interest at the mention of Damion and a girl. That alone was enough to

pique his curiosity.

Aimee recounted what she had heard to Patrick, which only made him more puzzled.

Patrick chuckled as he gripped the steering wheel. "No wonder he's been acting so strange today."

His demeanor was so different from the Damion that Patrick knew before.

"It seems like he doesn't want anyone else to know," Aimee said.

"Then we'll wait until he wants to tell us himself," Patrick replied.

Aimee nodded in agreement and didn't dwell on the matter any further.

What they didn't know was that although Damion had left the restaurant earlier, he hadn't gone back

home. Instead, he sat in his car outside and stewed over his argument with Ivy. He truly wanted nothing

more than to leave her behind for good this time.

However, when he returned to his car and sat down inside it again, instead of starting up the engine

right away as planned, his gaze remained fixed on Ivy sitting by the window seat.

He never knew someone could eat cheese pot with such devotion - piece by piece and sip by sip - like

a devout believer would do during prayer time.

From this distance, in fact, Damion couldn't see Ivy's expression clearly. But he seemed to be able to

tell how serious she was.

Suddenly, he felt like he really couldn't understand her. She would play some tricks on him here and

there, which was fine with him. What he didn't understand was how she could be so contradictory.

About two hours later, Ivy finished the cheese pot and came out of the restaurant. She didn't take a taxi

but walked along the riverbank, blowing in the river wind towards her own small house.