Healing my disabled husband novel Chapter 215

Aimee rushed towards Patrick, raising her foot to kick towards Patrick.

For the kick, if an ordinary person received it, she or he would definitely be severely injured.

But, if it was Patrick, Aimee knew very well that she couldn't hurt him.

However, Aimee didn't expect that Patrick really didn't dodge, and just took Aimee's kick abruptly.

Only…

Aimee's calf was held by Patrick, and through a thin layer of fabric, the temperature of Patrick's palm penetrated into Aimee's skin.

This posture was simply embarrassing to the extreme.

Aimee thought about all kinds of possibilities, but never thought that Patrick would use such a posture to face her.

She struggled slightly, trying to get her leg back.

However, her waist was held by Patrick.

In this way, Aimee got closer to Patrick.

Her current posture was like doing the splits longitudinally.

Aimee was extremely embarrassed right now.

Aimee pushed Patrick's chest and said, "Darling, let me go quickly."

Patrick seemed to deliberately oppose against her, and deliberately hugged her even harder.

He said, "I didn't lie to you, and I didn't hide."

Aimee became even more embarrassed. It was better for him to hide.

The current posture...

Fortunately, no one saw it. Otherwise, she would be shameless to the extreme.

However, just when Aimee was thinking this way, Patrick suddenly said, "Still watching!? Turn off the monitor!"

Aimee's eyes widened instantly, and she looked at Patrick in shock.

What did she hear?

Aimee began to search around, and sure enough, she saw several places with red lights, and the lights dimmed one by one.

There was really monitoring.

Aimee immediately blushed like she was going to explode.

She pushed Patrick away, trying to get him to let go.

However, Patrick hugged her even tighter and said, "Aimee, no one can see now."

Aimee said delicately, "Darling, my legs are so sore with you like this."

This pose was too ambiguous. Aimee really can't bear it.

In particular, Patrick's hand on her lower back was always rubbing her waist intentionally or unintentionally. Even through the clothes, it was still hot and made her tremble all over.

She really wanted to ask this man if he could stop bullying her like this.

Listening to Aimee's delicate voice, Patrick couldn't bear it.

His eyes darkened. He held Aimee's waist tightly, and kissed her lips.

Kissing in this position, if it weren't for Aimee's flexibility, it would be really difficult to do it.

She was about to die of embarrassment, but this man seemed to be addicted and immersed in this kiss.