Healing my disabled husband novel Chapter 153

When the takeaway arrived, Aimee hadn't arrived yet.

Kelvin opened the door. When he received the takeaway, he shook his head unconsciously when he saw what was there.

He could already see what Aimee was going to do.

Aimee hadn't made this dish since she faked her death.

Now, to bring this dish out again, it was conceivable that in Aimee's heart, Patrick was already an important part in her heart.

Taking the ingredients out of the bag, Kelvin sent a message to Aimee, "Can I help you with the ingredients?"

Soon, he received a reply from Aimee on the phone, "No, I will do it myself."

Since it was a reward meal for Patrick, there was no reason to ask for help.

Kelvin choked again after seeing the message.

Okay, he'd better pack up and go straight back.

It was really unbearable.

How could he have imagined that Aimee displayed their affection in such a way.

Patrick had been staying in the room since he failed to trap Kelvin.

Kelvin didn't have any objections either, and left after tidying up his things.

Tomorrow, finally Aimee won't have to go to the hospital, and he won't be used to serve Patrick anymore.

It was very strange that Aimee still insisted on recuperating Patrick even though he had almost recovered.

There were times when Kelvin really didn't know what Aimee was thinking.

After Kelvin left, Aimee came back.

Instead of looking for Patrick, she went straight to work in the kitchen.

Until dark.

Patrick looked at the time before coming out of the bedroom.

Hearing the voice from the kitchen, Patrick thought Kelvin was still there, so he sat down on the sofa.

However, it was already this time, and Aimee hadn't come back yet, which really made Patrick feel it too strange.

Just as he was thinking about calling Aimee, he saw a slender figure walking out of the kitchen.

Seeing him sitting on the sofa, Aimee was also taken aback for a moment, then smiled, "I'm going to call you. We can prepare to have dinner."

Patrick had already got up and walked over, asking, "When did you come back?"

"It's been four hours." Aimee replied.

It took more than three hours for her to make this dish, and with the processing of the ingredients, no matter how quick her movements were, it will take almost an hour.

Calculated in this way, it would be more than four hours.

Patrick helplessly raised his hand and rubbed her head, and said, "You didn't tell me when you came back."

"I thought you were resting," Aimee said.

In addition, she wanted to concentrate on cooking. If she asked Patrick to come out, maybe he was going to make trouble.

Aimee didn't want to.

Patrick said, "I thought Kelvin was still there."

Only…

Aimee said, "If there is a wedding, I don't want the Read family involved."

Anyway, she was still the daughter of Read family now.

If Patrick was in a hurry to hold a wedding, she will speed up and get rid of Mason and the others quickly.

Patrick could see that Aimee really didn't like the wedding, and he felt helpless again.

He thought that all women would yearn for weddings, but he never thought that Aimee was not a typical woman.

Sighing lightly, Patrick said, "No rush, since you don't like it, I won't do it for now."

He just felt indebted to her and wanted to give her a grand wedding and announce to the world that she, Aimee, was his wife.

However, if it made her unhappy, Patrick wouldn't do it.

Aimee looked at Patrick gratefully and said, "Thank you, Mr. Hayden."

She was very happy. Patrick did things from her perspective.

He took good care of her feelings, which made her very happy.

Patrick touched her head and said, "I just hope that you won't feel wronged when you're with me."

"How could it be?" Aimee smiled sweetly. Her eyes were clear and clean, "As long as you don't do things that make me angry, I won't be wronged."

Patrick raised his eyebrows lightly, and his intuition told him that the things that Aimee would be angry with would be different from ordinary women.

He then asked, "Why don't you give some hints, what will make you angry?"