Aimee noticed that Patrick was still awake, and the head of his bed was still elevated. She paused for a moment, surprised by his wakefulness, and asked, “It’s late. Why aren’t you resting?”
“Why are you here at this hour?” Patrick questioned.
His tone was cold, almost reminiscent of his initial attitude towards her, but Aimee didn’t pay much attention to it.
She replied, “I remembered that I hadn’t given you a massage today, so I came to check on you.”
Patrick thought to himself: It’s not just today’s massage that she missed. Shouldn’t she also make up for the ones she missed over the past two days?
However, he didn’t voice his thoughts and simply looked at Aimee without responding.
Aimee glanced at him and intended to ask him what he was thinking, and if he didn’t want the massage, he should let her know so she could leave.
But before she could speak, Patrick said, “If you’re not planning to massage me, why haven’t you started yet?”
Aimee chuckled in exasperation at his words, leveled his bed, and began massaging him.
This time, Aimee didn’t play any tricks. She genuinely focused on massaging Patrick’s entire body.
Although Patrick’s body was still numb, he couldn’t help but feel uncomfortable with Aimee’s touch, especially when she massaged his upper body and got so close to him.
He could clearly see every subtle emotion on her face. Her expression was gentle, and she didn’t show the slightest dislike for a patient who had been bedridden for a long time.
Her eyes were so focused, and her fingers pressed on every part of his body with no impatience or fatigue.
It was the first time Patrick had ever looked at Aimee’s face so attentively.
He had to admit that Aimee was truly beautiful.
In fact, her beauty was impossible to ignore.
Patrick suddenly found himself questioning why someone with Aimee’s looks was so low-profile in the Read family.
Based on appearances alone, she was already more remarkable than the other three Read sisters.
In high society, looks played a significant role when it came to choosing a daughter-in-law. Aimee’s appearance should have made her highly sought after by the rich and powerful.
However, from what he knew, Aimee’s situation with the Read family was incredibly challenging.
One could say she was a true Cinderella, enduring a far worse fate than being born into a poor but loving family.
As Aimee finished the massage for the day, she tilted her head, meeting Patrick’s scrutinizing gaze.
She had noticed his gaze earlier, but she didn’t want to engage with him, so she deliberately ignored it.
Now, faced with his probing eyes, Aimee tried to remain composed and asked, “What’s the matter? Why are you staring at me like that?”
Patrick also realized how intense his gaze had been.
Feeling uneasy, he looked away and replied, “Nothing. Thank you for your efforts.”
Aimee grew even more perplexed at his response.
After spending some time with Patrick, she knew he wasn’t an easy person to get along with, especially considering his desire to divorce as soon as possible. Building a harmonious relationship with him seemed like an uphill battle.
This was the first time she had seen Patrick act so gentle.
It made Aimee wonder what was going on with him today.
Just as she was about to say something lighthearted, her cell phone began to ring.
Recognizing the ringtone, she knew it was Matilda calling.
Aimee said, “I have to take this call. Will you try to get some rest?”
Without waiting for Patrick’s response, Aimee left his room without glancing back.
Patrick watched as she departed, and his initial thought was that the caller might be a man.
As soon as this idea crossed his mind, Patrick sneered at himself.
What was wrong with him?
Moody or ill-tempered?
Could it be… jealousy?
The more he contemplated, the more he suspected that there might be something amiss with his emotions.
He was actually considering the possibility of feeling jealous.
Something was definitely off about him.
Patrick quickly came up with a plausible explanation. He must have spent a significant amount of time in bed, relying unconsciously on the support of his family and closest friends, particularly her.
But the more he dwelled on it, the more infuriated Patrick became.
Even this reasoning failed to convince him. Patrick could only describe himself as “troubled.”
Fuming with anger, he shut his eyes forcefully, intending to listen to Aimee’s words and drift off to sleep.
However, the moment he closed his eyes, thoughts of Aimee hastily leaving with her phone flooded Patrick’s mind.
His irritation intensified, and he struggled to keep his eyes closed for a while. Eventually, he couldn’t resist and had to open them.
But his mood was truly wretched at that moment.
Aimee had no inkling of the emotional turmoil Patrick was experiencing because of her.
She returned to her room and answered the phone.
Matilda’s voice came through from the other end, saying, “It’s done. Don’t worry.”
Aimee let out a sigh of relief. Finally, her men were safe.
Matilda continued, “You can’t imagine how cruel those people were. Kareem was severely beaten. I’m genuinely concerned that he might be disabled in the future.”
Aimee had witnessed Kareem’s condition, and aside from the visible cuts, she could sense the deep internal bruises.
After pondering for a while, Aimee declared, “Send him to Innisrial. I’ll personally take care of his treatment.”
She couldn’t entrust Lasnain’s doctor to treat him; it wouldn’t put her at ease.
“Are you serious?” Matilda paused, curious as to why Aimee insisted on doing it herself.
“Yes, send him over,” Aimee affirmed.
“In fact, I’ve already contacted the people at the institute, and they will treat Kareem. The individuals you trained are quite competent,” Matilda revealed.
Even if she sent Kareem there, Aimee would still worry.
Aimee understood Matilda’s concern but stated, “I am the reason he’s in this state. It’s my responsibility to treat him.”
Matilda couldn’t dissuade Aimee, knowing that her decision was unalterable.
With a resigned tone, she replied, “Alright, I’ll make the necessary arrangements.”