Healing my disabled husband novel Chapter 14

Aimee's hand squeezed the spoon and looked towards the door suspiciously.

Riley's voice came in through the crack in the door that wasn't closed, "Miss Casey , of course it's no problem if you want to go in, it's just that, Miss Barr she can't."

"Riley, why are you acting like this, Elsie is here with me to see Pat, she is so dedicated, how can you not let her in." Casey Puckett said petulantly, looking at her embarrassed bosom friend.

Although she has been in awe of Riley since she was a child, she is really upset that he is so disrespectful to her.

Riley, knowing Casey's nature, said patiently, "Miss Casey, Master Patrick does need to rest, and old Hayden told him not to let anyone disturb Master Patrick's rest."

"Then I can always go in by myself, really, Elsie is not an outsider, and Grandpa is too unreasonable." Casey said.

Before she pushed the door in, she gave Elsie Barr a wink that meant to tell her that she would call her in later.

Elsie carried the insulated bag in her hand and hesitated for a moment, but did not hand it to Casey.

It was cooked by her and she had to hand it over to Pat herself to make it happen.

She had heard from Casey before that Pat had hardly eaten since his accident. She had specially gone to a top chef to teach her how to make soup, and she believed that once Pat tasted her soup, he would definitely regain his appetite and understand how much she meant to him.

Casey opened the door and shouted enthusiastically toward Patrick, "Pat, I'm here to see you."

Only, instead of Patrick's concern for her, she was met with a room full of weirdness.

That's when Casey saw that Patrick's bed had been shaken up and he was leaning against it with a beautiful woman standing beside it, holding a bowl and squeezing a spoon as she fed him.

And her grandfather, sitting aside on top of the sofa, full of love, was filled with relief at the scene before him.

Casey looked at it all incredulously for a long time, before reacting.

Her brother, who actually allowed a strange woman to come near him.

This realization gave Casey a sense of menace, and her eyes fell on Aimee's with irritation, questioning, "Who are you? Why are you in Pat's room."

Aimee was not impressed by this girl with little manners. Instead of answering Casey's question, she scooped up another spoonful of millet porridge and fed it to Patrick's mouth, her voice soft, "Eat some more."

She had noticed before that Patrick basically didn't eat much, relying on nutritional fluids to support his body.

This is not impossible, but the energy that food can provide to his body is something that nutritional solutions cannot fully achieve.

Aimee still hopes that Patrick can eat more.

Patrick eyelashes lightly raised, looking at Aimee that little porcelain white face, now very close to his own, so that he can see clearly her face tiny fluffy, clean and flawless, without any bit of makeup, but so beautiful that he could not take his eyes off.