After coaxing Aimee to sleep, Patrick came downstairs.
Camdyn had already gone back to his bedroom to rest, and for a while, the group of young people on the first floor were making noise.
Amir hugged Flabby on a small sofa.
He usually didn't talk much, and most of the time, he didn't even care about people.
Only when he faced Flabby, the expression on his face was gentle and smiling.
Patrick came over, sat down on the sofa next to him, and said, "Amir, I'm nice to you normally."
Amir was speechless and tightened his grip on Flabby, obviously not wanting to pay attention to what Patrick meant.
Patrick usually wouldn't talk to him like this, but talking to him like this now immediately made him sense something very dangerous.
His reason told Amir that he shouldn't pay attention to Patrick.
Otherwise, he may be tricked by him.
Patrick didn't react too much.
Anyway, he had already expected such a reaction from Amir.
So, through Amir's reaction, it was more certain that these guys were secretly trying to hide something from him.
Patrick stood up, patted Amir on the shoulder, and said, "Amir, why do you learn from their bad habits?"
Amir hugged Flabby tightly in his arms. What should he do? He really wanted to shut Patrick up.
Fortunately, Patrick knew him well, so naturally he wouldn't say anything more after talking about it.
Amir breathed a sigh of relief, and gently stroked the head with his big palm. After Patrick walked away, he said, "It's hard for you to have such a master."
Flabby said, "Aww..."
Amir touched Flabby's head again, and after a while, he said, "However, did you grow a little too fat? Did you live too well?"
Flabby said, "Aww... Aww..."
How can he dislike him for being fat?
He was not fat at all.
Amir curled his lips, and his eyes fell on Patrick's back which revealed a dangerous atmosphere, making Amir feel that there must be a good show to watch next.
However, he had to find the safest place, so that he would not be affected.
Thinking of this, Amir got up with Flabby in his arms and went to find a very hidden location.
Patrick had already walked to Damion's side, picked up the beer on the table, pulled off the tab, and clinked it with Damion's.
Damion asked, "Is Aimee resting?"
"Hmm." Patrick nodded and said, "She's not in a good mood today. Did you say anything to her before I came back?"
"No," Damion looked at Patrick suspiciously and said, "I think she's been very happy."
"Really?" Patrick looked at Damion amusedly and said, "But why do I feel that she seems to be being bullied?"
Damion was bereft of speech.
In an instant, the alarm bell went off.
Even though he had drunk a lot of wine now, Damion was still very clear.
He wasn't drunk, so he naturally knew what Patrick meant when he said such words.
Damion raised his hand and pinched the center of his brows, saying, "How is it possible? You think too much. At home, how could someone bully Aimee?"
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