Healing my disabled husband is the best current series by the author Tracy Swift. The Chapter 205 This is Our Matrimonial House content below will immerse us in a world of love and hatred, where characters use every trick to achieve their goals without concern for the other half—only to regret it later. Please read chapter Chapter 205 This is Our Matrimonial House and stay updated with the next chapters of this series at nisfree.com.
Aimee's eyes fell on the handsome face right in front of her, and finally, on those thin lips.
She swallowed unconsciously, and an irrepressible desire was showed in her eyes.
It was said that people with thin lips were ruthless, but Aimee felt that what Patrick brought to her was endless affection.
She could feel that he cared about her.
Aimee licked the corner of her mouth uncontrollably, and then, as if she had made up her mind, she bit down on Patrick's lips.
She didn't hold back her strength, and this bite directly broke the skin of Patrick's lips.
Patrick snorted, and didn't expect that she would hit him so hard.
With a helpless low laugh, Patrick held Aimee's waist, lifted her onto his lap, and let her sit down.
Then, he reversed the position and attacked Aimee's lips.
Aimee didn't even have time to exclaim at the change of where she was sitting before she was kissed by Patrick.
When Patrick finally let her go, Aimee could clearly feel that her mouth was swollen.
She looked at Patrick, and the moisture in her eyes became a little thicker.
This man was a bully.
Patrick was very satisfied with his masterpiece.
He reached out and stroked Aimee's lips, and said deliberately, "Aimee, don't let people misunderstand that I'm fierce alone."
Aimee blinked and finally realized what he meant by fierce.
Her cheeks flushed immediately, and she instantly felt shy.
Obviously, they hadn't reached that step yet.
However, this man made this kind of misunderstanding several times.
It was clearly bullying.
Aimee said, "Darling, don't always do such misleading things."
It was eally annoying.
Patrick laughed even more uncontrollably.
He caressed Aimee's face and said, "Or, Aimee, just make me ‘bully' you."
Aimee's face turned even redder.
She didn't understand why Patrick was so obsessed with this matter.
However, for a moment, Aimee felt that there seemed to be nothing wrong.
So Aimee asked, "Darling, is this your house?"
She always had to be sure if they were in his own home or someone else's.
Understanding Aimee's meaning in an instant, Patrick smiled, clasped Aimee's waist tightly, picked her up from the sofa, and strode towards the bedroom.
The moment Aimee was put on the bed, Patrick said, "Aimee, this is our wedding room."
After he said so, Patrick didn't give Aimee a chance to be surprised, and bent down directly, leading her into a completely unfamiliar area.
Before Aimee fell asleep, she felt like crying without tears.
She knew that this matter should not be compromised so quickly.
Otherwise, Patrick's inferiority as a man will be fully displayed.
She lay in Patrick's arms with tears in her eyes.
She was awakened by the injection, and even after waking up, she felt an unprecedented sense of suffocation.
Aimee's body cooled down rapidly, and her teeth were chattering.
She didn't want to be alone.
Subconsciously, she groped to the side, but she didn't touch Patrick.
Aimee felt even more uncomfortable. Without thinking too much, she got off the bed and ran out of the room.
She didn't care about wearing slippers, nor did she care that she only had a suspender skirt on her body.
All she wanted was to find Patrick right now and immediately
Finally, Aimee found Patrick in the kitchen.
She threw herself into Patrick's arms without hesitation.
Aimee had never hugged Patrick so hard, not even before falling asleep, when they were at their orgasm.
Patrick's muscle ached from her hugging.
However, Patrick didn't cry out for pain.
He hugged Aimee tightly, patted her on the back, lowered his head and kissed the top of her head, and said softly, "Aimee, I'm here."
Aimee's body finally recovered. She raised her face, looked at Patrick, and said, "Darling, I'm having a nightmare."
Patrick guessed it, but he didn't tell her that the dreams were all fake.
He just cupped Aimee's face and kissed her.
He said, "Don't be afraid. You're safe in my arms."
Aimee sniffed, looked at Patrick with watery eyes , and said, "Darling, don't leave me alone on the bed."
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