Healing my disabled husband novel Chapter 239

Patrick fell into deep thought, but he didn't answer Aimee's question.

To him, that memory was still unbearable.

He didn't want Aimee to know it.

Aimee didn't bother to continue asking.

She knew that when Patrick wanted to tell her, he would.

Aimee changed the subject, leaned against the wall, looked at the scene of the train passing by, and said, "Actually, if you look carefully, this place is quite beautiful."

This was the most original and ecological scenery.

Patrick was utterly baffled by her technique to change subject.

There was some guilt in his heart.

In front of Aimee, he still couldn't control himself after all. It was a bit machismo.

For him, seeing Aimee for the first time was his most vulnerable moment.

After that, Aimee had seen all kinds of times he was embarrassed.

This made it inevitable for him to have a sense of frustration.

He wanted to be in a protective position, but the way the two of them got along was that Aimee was much better than him.

Therefore, Patrick didn't want to cut open his extremely unbearable time for Aimee to see.

However, he can still feel that Aimee was a little bit lost.

What Patrick didn't want to see even more was Aimee's lost appearance.

Coughing lightly, Patrick said, "Aimee, you promise not to laugh at me."

Blinking her eyes, Aimee understood what Patrick meant in an instant, and made an appearance of listening attentively.

However, before Patrick could speak, the train body suddenly shook violently, and they unconsciously leaned to one side.

There were screams in the train, and soon there was a voice, saying that the compartment in the front derailed.

Aimee and Patrick stabilized each other's bodies just now, and now they had realized what happened.

No matter how they thought about it, they never imagined that such a thing would happen to them.

Soon, more accurate news came. It just happened to be the compartment where their original seats were.

Aimee and Patrick glanced at each other, and were both shocked by the news.

If the two of them didn't go to the dining car and walked back, now, the two of them were one of them.

Although this kind of feeling cannot be described as escaping from the dead, it was indeed a bit thrilling.

Patrick held Aimee in his arms. His eyes were gloomy, and there was an inexplicable feeling of uneasiness.

They had already encountered such a thing before reaching Veggia.

There was always a little bit of a bad start.

Patrick kissed Aimee's hair, but didn't offer to back away.

It wasn't his nature, and it wasn't Aimee's either.