Healing my disabled husband novel Chapter 614

Chapter 614 Less Sleep

With the help of Aimee and Kelvin, the dinner was sumptuously completed.

Casey was the happiest. Today her identity had officially changed, and it had been a long time since she had eaten Aimee's dishes. She was super happy when having the meal.

At dinner, Camdyn took out the wine that had been preserved for many years, and drank a few more glasses in a very good mood.

Casey and Kelvin were not able to return to La Grande Maison tonight.

Although Patrick and Walter didn't make things difficult for Kelvin regarding his proposed marriage, they didn't really intend to let him go so easily.

So, tonight, Kelvin was really given a lot of alcohol by the two brothers.

Although Kelvin was a good drinker, today he was drunk to the point of dizziness.

Casey acted up when everyone was present. At the beginning, she was booing with her two brothers, but later, she couldn't stand it and fell to the side drunk.

Aimee looked at them who were drunk and was completely helpless.

Fortunately, they were at home, with Riley and the others helping to take care of them, so she didn't have to worry.

Aimee made hangover soup, let several alcoholics drink it one by one, and returned to the room after confirming that there was no major problem with everyone.

Patrick was the most sober among them. At the moment he just leaned against the head of the bed, blocking his eyes with one hand.

Aimee went to the bathroom to get a towel, took Patrick's hand, and wiped his face.

Patrick opened his eyes, and his eyes fell on Aimee's face. His eyes were full of tenderness.

Aimee put the towel aside, sat down on the edge of the bed, raised her hand to Patrick's temple, and gave him a massage.

Patrick raised his hand, held Aimee's wrist, and gently pulled her into his arms.

Aimee said, "Do you have a headache? Shall I give you another hangover medicine?"

"No," Patrick said.

He squeezed Aimee's wrist and said, "I'm not drunk. Don't worry about me. It's getting late. Let's rest first."

Aimee nodded, and found a comfortable position to lie down in Patrick's arms, but she didn't feel sleepy.

At the stage of pregnancy, her previous symptoms of lethargy had been alleviated, and now she seemed to be returning to the previous period when she only needed to sleep for two or three hours a day to be energetic.

Aimee lay in Patrick's arms and said, "You and Walter made Kelvin drink a lot now. When it comes to the wedding, are you going to let him go?"

Patrick pinched his brows and said, "He can't marry Casey so smoothly."

Aimee smiled lowly. He just relied on the fact that Casey was immature and messed about. Otherwise, if they bullied her husband like this, see if Casey wanted to settle accounts with you.

Patrick heard this and couldn't help but find it a little funny.

His silly sister was really a headache.

Aimee burrowed into Patrick's arms again, found a comfortable position, and got closer to Patrick.

Her belly was getting bigger day by day, and compared with her slender limbs, it was particularly prominent.

Patrick put his hand on Aimee's stomach and said, "Does the baby bother you?"

Aimee shook her head and said, "Behaving very good now."

She used to have severe morning sickness, but now it was much better.

Patrick took advantage of the alcohol and said, "If the little brat bullies you, let's see how I deal with it."

Aimee laughed lowly when she heard this and said, "If she is a little girl, would you bully her like this?"

"Little girl? She needs to be pampered." Patrick said.

Aimee became interested, stood up, looked at Patrick, and said, "Do you prefer girls to boys?"

Patrick thought for a while and probably meant it.

He said, "If it's a girl, she must be like you. I have to hold her in the palm of my hand."

Aimee burst into laughter when she heard this, and said, "What if it's a boy?"

Patrick said, "Then come with me and hold you in the palm of my hand."

Aimee was taken aback when she heard that, and then laughed.

She raised her hand and rubbed Patrick's cheek, saying, "Do you treat me like a daughter?"

As Patrick heard this, he squeezed Aimee's earlobe and said, "Is it good?"

Aimee pretended to think about it seriously and said, "It's not bad."