Healing my disabled husband novel Chapter 207

After Patrick hung up the phone, Aimee asked, "Grandpa, what happened to him? Why did I hear something wrong with his voice?"

"Maybe, we're not welcome back," Patrick said.

Aimee looked at Patrick strangely, but still couldn't understand.

No, logically speaking, Camdyn wouldn't unwelcome them.

Although he didn't say anything, Aimee knew how clingy he was.

Now, it was strange for him not wanting them to go back and be with him.

Aimee stared at Patrick for a long time, and finally said, "Darling, are you slandering grandpa?"

Patrick held his forehead and stared at Aimee as if irritated.

In her eyes, was he so bad?

Patrick said, "Grandpa thinks that we can wait until there's a newcomer before going back."

Aimee instantly understood who this newcomer was referring to.

Her face turned red and she glared at Patrick. "Darling, what did you say to grandpa?" she asked.

Patrick was wronged and immediately said, "I answered the phone in front of you. And you heard what I said. Aimee, you can't treat me like this."

Aimee thought so too. Just now, Patrick really didn't say anything strange.

But here was where it got weird.

Even though the conversation was normal, how could he make Camdyn think about that?

Wasn't that weird?

Aimee still felt that it was Patrick who said something weird.

However, she did have no proof.

It was just that she really didn't know how to face grandpa when she went back later.

Seeing Aimee's embarrassed look, Patrick couldn't help laughing again.

He pulled Aimee into his arms and said, "How about we don't go back, and we will when there's really a newcomer?"

Aimee heard what he said and felt that if she really did this, it would really be a big problem.

She immediately said, "Let's go back, go back now!"

After speaking, Aimee was about to back to the room to change clothes.

However, she was dumbfounded that her clothes had already been torn to pieces by Patrick last night.

Seeing the mess all over the floor, Aimee really wanted to cry.

Did this man listen to her words?

She clearly forbade him to use force.

As a result, it looked like this now.

Patrick followed Aimee in. Seeing her looking at the clothes on the ground annoyed, he said, "Don't feel bad. I will buy you new ones."

"Who cares about clothes?" Aimee turned around, glared at Patrick, and said, "Do you know that your body is still very fragile now? It's not good for your body if you act like this."

Patrick had seen through Aimee, and that was what she was trying to do to him.

If he was really fragile, how could Aimee indulge him last night?

Patrick said, "I thought, last night, you already knew very clearly whether I'm fragile or not."

Aimee's train of thought was instantly deviated by him.

Indeed, in terms of Patrick's state last night, not to mention that he was not fragile at all, he was obviously very powerful.

Aimee felt that if she didn't exercise regularly and her body wasn't different from ordinary girls, and if she was a little more delicate, she would have been tortured to death by Patrick last night.

The scenes of last night slid past before her eyes, and it took Aimee a while to realize that she was distracted by Patrick again.

Frowning, Aimee stared at Patrick and said, "Don't talk nonsense like that. I'll beat you up."

"Aimee," Patrick chuckled, took a few steps forward, and hugged Aimee into his arms, "You just like beating me up so much?"

Aimee was blushing again and her heart was pounding.

She suddenly felt that she couldn't have a proper conversation with Patrick.

She sniffed, and finally couldn't hold back. She raised her feet and stepped on Patrick's hard.

This kick was very hard, and Patrick really groaned when she stepped on it. It really hurt a little.

He had no choice but to let go, looked at her, and said, "Aimee, you hate me so much, so you stomped my feet heavily. Don't you feel sorry for me?"