Healing my disabled husband

Back at Hayden's Mansion, Aimee runs into Casey as soon as she enters the door.

Seeing her enter, Casey rolled his eyes at her, grunted, and then, turned around and ran away.

Aimee looked at Casey's back speechlessly, having a headache with this spoiled child.

After returning to her room and putting her things away, Aimee went to Patrick's room.

Although Aimee felt speechless after she lost her temper towards herself during the massage in the morning, she still had to do her best to perform the image of a good wife. Only, as soon as she entered, Aimee met Patrick's playful, inquisitive eyes.

She was now even more certain in her heart that Patrick, one hundred percent, had found out that she was in his room at night making small movements.

However, since he won't break it down, she continues to play dumb too.

She walked over, her eyes clear and innocent, her voice gentle as water, "Master Patrick, are you feeling well today? Let me give you a massage.'

Patrick said to Aimee, with a slight hook at the corner of his mouth, "Not bad."

Aimee asked, pretending to be surprised, "Is there something good going on? It looks like you're in a good mood today."

"Found a very crafty cat, thought it was funny and wanted to tease her more." Patrick said.

Aimee is lifting the quilt hand unconsciously clenched, clenched into a small fist look.

If she hadn't been clutching the blanket to distract her, she really would have been unable to resist throwing her fist at Patrick.

How dare you call her a cat, or a cunning cat.

Aimee felt that she did not beat him to death because he was a patient.

She, on the other hand, is a little angel with a beautiful heart and the greatest love for her patients.

Aimee lifted the covers to reveal Patrick's left leg.

She said, "Master Patrick, I'm really sorry, I really thought you were resting last night, that's why I didn't come, don't worry, I'll give you a good massage and make up for yesterday's too." Patrick looked at her with amusement, acting so well behaved and obedient as if he could do whatever he wanted to her.

He said, "That is not necessary, too much is not enough, just do what you should do every day, will not make up the next day."

Aimee tensed her lips, really annoyed with Patrick's blatant sarcasm.

Does she look that stupid?

I don't think she understands his words.

Aimee laughed dryly and didn't say anything, just focused on giving Patrick a massage.

However, she couldn't help but sneak a pinch on Patrick's calf.

Anyway, he can't feel the pain, so he's still letting her do whatever she wants.

Aimee did not know that Patrick's gaze had been falling on his calf, although, from her angle, it was a little difficult to see Aimee's movements clearly, but he had off-court help. Just now he had already told Trace to recount all Aimee's little actions to him.

So Patrick heard Trace say to him inside the headset, "Master Patrick, Miss Read her, pinch you."

Trace's voice is small, with the fear of being angered.

Patrick's eyes narrowed and his gaze fell on Aimee's face for a long time.

Until Aimee was a little uncomfortable with him staring at her and fake-fashioned her trouser leg for him, ready to go around to the other side and massage his other leg.

Patrick suddenly said, "Since the two of us are now married, you can't bully me because I don't only feel."

Aimee's movements were halting, and she looked towards Patrick suspiciously and asked with a sarcastic smile, "What do you mean by that?"

"I have heard that there are some masseurs who will go too far and feel that it is a manual labor that makes them particularly unhappy, and they will lay hands on the patient who cannot move, for example, pinch and twist, anyway, the paralyzed patient, who can not feel anything, is completely a lamb at the mercy of others." Patrick said.

Aimee's heart skipped a beat and burst.

If she hadn't been sure that Patrick was really a paraplegic with no feeling from the neck down, she would have wondered if he was pretending to be sick in bed and wasn't actually paralyzed at all.

Aimee laughed: "How come? Everyone is a very kind person, moreover, the ones you are talking about, are masseurs with no professional ethics and corrupted character, I am not a masseur, I am a doctor, I have the most benevolent heart, there is no way I can poison my patients."

Patrick listened to her serious words, her face not red and heart not jumping nonsense.

If he wasn't sure Trace wouldn't dare to lie to him, he would have believed this woman's bullshit.

He gave a low chuckle and said, "It better be."

Aimee continues to smile with a harmless, innocent look on her face, almost as if she didn't raise her hand and swear to Patrick that she could never do such a thing.

Patrick's eyes were a little more intense, not saying anything more, but the eyes seemed to be telling Aimee that he had already seen her through.

Aimee bit her lip, and finally did not dare to do anything to Patrick again, but gave him a regular massage.

However, Aimee still has a mark on Patrick's mind.

She's going to go talk to Alan later and say that 800 million is not enough, she wants 1.6 billion.

Anyway, when the time came for her to check herself out, she asked Alan to help create a fake message and give it to Patrick.

Aimee doesn't know that she wants to get Patrick $1.6 billion empty-handed, but Patrick is thinking of something else.