Healing my disabled husband novel Chapter 85

Aimee looked at the eggs that were fed to her, and for a moment, she was a little overwhelmed.

When Patrick saw that she didn't open her mouth, he said, "This is the first time since my accident that I've used a fork and not given me a face?"

Aimee immediately opened her mouth and bit into the egg, as if she was afraid Patrick would be unhappy.

Patrick took another piece of the egg, and only when he had fed the whole omelette to Aimee did Patrick take another one and stuff it into his mouth.

Aimee would have frowned at such a crude way of eating if someone else had done it.

However, Patrick did so with an inexplicable air of evil, as if fried eggs should be eaten in this way.

Aimee even looked a little out of focus.

Patrick swallowed the egg before asking, "What's wrong? Looking at me like that?"

Aimee came back to her senses and immediately cleared her throat and said, "What I prepared for you is the nutrition you need, and if you let me eat it, there won't be enough nutrition."

Patrick said, "So, if I eat one less fried egg, it will affect the treatment?"

Aimee shook her head and said, "That's not so much of a stretch, but you'll get hungry fast."

"I'll ask someone to prepare food for me when I'm hungry, and I won't treat myself badly." Patrick said.

Aimee thought it was the same thing, so she didn't bother with Patrick.

Even, picked up a slice of bread and ate it by itself.

Patrick, who was worried that he wouldn't get enough to eat, is now grabbing food with him, which is amusing and cute.

He pushed the glass of milk towards Aimee and said, "Don't just eat the bread, drink some milk."

Aimee grunted, swallowed the bread, which was indeed a little dry, and nonchalantly picked up the milk and drank it.

In this way, most of the breakfast prepared for Patrick went into Aimee's stomach.

After Aimee had eaten and drunk enough, she looked at Patrick with some embarrassment and said, "Why don't I go and prepare another one for you?"

"Aren't you in a hurry? Don't worry about me, I can eat anytime, but you, do you want to eat something else?" Patrick asked.

He still had some concerns that Aimee hadn't eaten enough.

Aimee wrinkled her brow and said, "Do you think that I can eat well?"

She hadn't even eaten with Patrick, so how could he tell she was a good eater?

Although, Aimee also knows that she may be eating a little more than other girls, but she looks so thin, how can not look like a can eat ah.

She is also a girl, naturally she will also care about these other people's opinion of her.

Can eat this thing, in this society now, can not be a too good description of it.

Patrick instantly understood the point at which Aimee was upset, coughed lightly, and said, "No, you look, like you've been abused."

Aimee, embarrassed, looked at Patrick speechlessly and said discontentedly, "That's not so exaggerated."

"I was worried that you'd be hungry with all the work and physical exertion and eating so little." Patrick said.

She is not like him, at home, when you want to eat, you can eat at any time.

He was not sure about Aimee's work status in the hospital, but he knew that the doctor was so busy that he wanted to split himself into several people, so hard, Patrick was heartbroken.

Aimee heard, heart nest a warm, then smiled again, said: "do not worry so much, I do things, I can do, and can afford to eat, do not worry about me la."

Patrick said, "Yeah, I'm not worried."