Healing my disabled husband
Chapter 570 I'Ll Leave It To You Then

Chapter 570 I'll leave it to you then

Aimee came down the stairs and saw Patrick busy on the couch.

She walked over, sat down next to Patrick, and said, "Actually, if you're busy, you don't have to come with me."

Patrick pinched Aimee's face gently and said, "But I'm going to miss you."

They hadn't been apart since his body was healed by Aimee.

It was impossible to leave him alone in his room.

Aimee felt so sweet to hear him say that.

She leaned over Patrick's shoulder and said, "But I don't want you to work so hard."

Patrick looked at Aimee with amusement and said, "I'm just taking care of some things. There's nothing hard about it."

Now, Miles took the opportunity to put everything on the line for him, but Miles was too reliable to leave anything he didn't already know, which was just an act of bullying him.

Aimee said, "Well, let me know if you need anything."

Patrick said, "Of course, I won't be restrained to you."

His wife and he were on the same front.

If he should be afraid to ask her for help, that would be very sad.

Patrick rubbed Aimee's head and said, "Do you want to take a break? Are you tired?"

Aimee shook her head and said, "Why don't I go cook and we can have dinner later?"

Patrick looked at Aimee with this look of anticipation.

Patrick sighed and softened his heart. "Call me if you need help," he said

Aimee immediately got up from the couch and said, "No, no, you do your thing."

With that, Aimee rushed to the kitchen.

Looking in the direction of the kitchen, Patrick began to wonder if he was really doing something wrong.

He thought he was being nice to Aimee, not letting her into the kitchen, and not letting her near the fumes. Did that make her unhappy?

Pinching the space between his eyebrows, Patrick went on with his work.

Aimee rummaged around in the fridge, satisfied with the ingredients.

There was a lot of room to play. And she can make a couple of main courses.

Taking out the ingredients one by one, Aimee started to process them.

She was very surprised that there were oxtails.

Without any hesitation, Aimee prepared to cook them.

Once the ingredients were ready, Aimee stewed the oxtails.

Patrick walked in at this point, walked up to Aimee, and said, "Can I help you?"

When Aimee heard this, she immediately said, "You're helping me by not coming into the kitchen and messing with me."

"I'm already the best among the four," he said

Aimee's mouth twitched and she was speechless.

He can only make food edible and not to be overcooked. How dared he say his cooking was the best?

But when it came to the cooking skills of the others, Aimee was really at a loss for words.

"If you really want to help me, wash the broccoli," she said.

Patrick nodded and immediately took the broccoli to wash.

Aimee left the broccoli with Patrick.

And then...

When Aimee was done with her chores, Patrick was still washing the broccoli.

She looked over and was immediately dumbfounded.

Aimee said, "Do you have a problem with broccoli?"

"It's a little hard to wash," said Patrick.

She didn't know if it was hard to wash, but she only knew that this broccoli was not edible now.

She had never seen anyone wash broccoli into like minced one.

Luckily, she just wanted to make garlic broccoli, but she didn't have to make it now.

She thought for a moment, then went to the fridge and took out a cabbage. She used it instead of broccoli.

Patrick reached for the cabbage in Aimee's hand, but Aimee dodged it.

She smiled at Patrick and said, "I'll take care of it. You go and get some rest."

Well, feeling his wife's deep dislike, Patrick can do nothing.

He went back into the living room from the kitchen and read the papers for a while before he heard footsteps.

Walter came down the stairs, saw Patrick in the living room, and asked, "Where's Aimee?"

"Kitchen," Patrick said.

Walter was a little surprised. He stared in the direction of the kitchen for a long time, then asked, "You let Aimee cook?"

"You got a problem with that?" Patrick raised an eyebrow and looked at Walter.

"Patrick, you're not yourself today," Walter said.

Patrick was too lazy to talk to him, so he took a document and threw it at him. "If you have so much free time," he said, "Help me read the document." Walter burst out laughing and said happily, "Patrick, are you begging me?"

Patrick was struck dumb.

He was going to ask Aimee if she had to stay here tonight.

If not, then they went back.

He really can't stand this guy.

When Walter saw that Patrick was ignoring him again, he stopped bothering him and read the file.

Soon, Walter was in the zone, too.

He said, "Patrick, if nothing else, what are you going to do about western suburb?"

Patrick said, "What do you think?"

He looked at Walter and said, "Or do you think you can part with Miss Hill?"

Walter was at a loss for words.

Not really.

"So don't think about it," Patrick said. "This has become a family matter."

Walter licked inside his cheek and said, "Patrick, you're very reliable."

He made himself look serious and said, "Since you're so reliable, I can't hold you back. I'll take care of it."

Patrick looked at Walter suspiciously, frowned, and said, "Don't do anything stupid."

Walter said, "Don't worry. I know what I'm doing."

Patrick had nothing to do with him and said nothing more.

Aimee cooked dinner, and as soon as she came out, the two of them were talking about something.

She hesitated for a moment, not deciding whether to go over and disturb them both.

Patrick, on the other hand, sensed Aimee's voice and turned to reach out to her.

Aimee walked over and sat down next to Patrick.

"Dinner's ready," she said. "You two come and eat. I'll take it to April."

"I'll go, Aimee," Walter said.

He got up and walked towards the dinning room.

Aimee also got up with Patrick and walked to the room.

She'd got April's dinner ready, and unfortunately she can't eat anything heavy or indigestible yet.

So, she made oxtail bones, which April can't eat.

Aimee said, "After you give her three mouthfuls of this porridge, give her the green pill and then go on eating."

Walter nodded and said, "Don't worry. It's easy."

Aimee smiled and said, "I'll leave it to you."