Healing my disabled husband

Chapter 147 I'm waiting for my wife to come home

River looked at Beata's innocent face, and his heart softened instantly.

In the family, probably only his precious sister was a clean and clear existence.

He asked, "Beata, tell me, why do you like writing novels so much?"

"I don't know. I just like it." Beata frowned, but she didn't want to think too much about it. She said,

"Maybe I'm really a genius. Let me tell you, my readers are especially cute, praise me for writing well,

praise my stories are touching and interesting. I really like them."

River laughed lowly. His eyes were filled with endless love for his younger sister.

How could he not know how many fans she had?

At the beginning, he actually wanted to order his subordinates to read Beata's novels every day, but

even though he was already a madman who loved his sister so much, he really couldn't read Beata's

novels.

He also can't embarrass his subordinates.

In particular, he actually felt from the bottom of his heart that Beata simply chose the wrong path.

She was not suitable for this line of work.

However, because of Beata's young age, River didn't mind letting her suffer setbacks, so that she can

move forward bravely when facing more difficulties in the future.

However, although he thought so, he still couldn't change Beata's passion for writing

When no one read her books, she will not feel discouraged. When someone collected it, she will be

happy all day long.

Now, with three or four people commenting, Beata was already happy like this.

River really felt that Beata was a simple little girl, with simple emotions.

He touched Beata's head and said, "Then continue working hard."

Beata blinked her eyes, looked at River strangely, and said, "River, there is something wrong with you.

You actually encouraged me today."

Usually , River was really good to her, and he wanted to spoil her.

However, River had never had such an attitude towards her writing novels.

At best he didn't comment.

River said, "Seeing you are so happy, of course I want to encourage you."

Beata didn't think too much, because with River's encouragement, she was even happier.

She happily said good night to River and went back to her room.

The smile on River's face disappeared instantly.

His subordinate's efficiency was very low this time, and it had been so long, but they still hadn't brought

Matilda's information over.

River's brows furrowed deeper and deeper, and his face gradually turned icily cold.

It was really strange. It was just a woman. How could it be so difficult to figure out?

Finally, the subordinate walked in with a very embarrassed expression on his face.

"Mr. Knight, we are incompetent. Matilda's information is the same as before." said the subordinate.

River's expression became even colder, and his subordinate was so frightened that he didn't even dare

to breathe.

After a long time, River sneered.

The more this happened, the more problematic it became.

But if he wanted to dig deep into a person's experience, it was impossible to find out everything. Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Matilda was so clean. It can only show that she had a big problem.

Because of this, River was sure that the person who hacked into his computer and took away the

videos was not Miles, but it must have something to do with Matilda.

He smiled and snorted lightly, "Interesting."

That being the case, he will go to meet Matilda.

He really wanted to see how capable this woman was.

Matilda didn't know that she was being targeted by River.

She got up too early today and experienced so many things, so she washed up early and got under the

quilt.

She was a woman who wanted to unify the aesthetics of the entertainment industry, and beauty sleep

was essential.

Unlike Matilda's comfort, Aimee met Patrick's resentful eyes after returning from the villa.

She was a little dazed, and didn't understand why he looked at her with a look.

Aimee put the snacks brought back by Matilda on the coffee table, glanced at the time, and said to

Patrick, "Mr. Hayden, it's already time. Why don't you take a break?"

"I'm waiting for my wife to come home," Patrick said.

What he said was like a husband who was shut up at home and waited hard, while his wife was having

a good time outside, not knowing about the family, and not knowing the pain in his heart at all.

Hearing this, Aimee looked at Patrick, making sure that he didn't mean to be joking at all. She coughed

dryly and said, "It's true that I came back a little late today, but I don't do this every day, so you

shouldn't be angry."

She didn't even know why she said that to Patrick, but, looking at Patrick's expression, she almost

thought that she was a peerless scumbag.

She even wondered if she had done something bad outside to make Patrick feel so resentful.

"I found out that I might as well be in bed," Patrick said.

At that time, Aimee would go home from work regardless of what was important.

Now, after she got off work, it was already past ten o'clock in the evening, and she didn't come back.

Patrick just couldn't help feeling that he was the husband who stayed alone in the vacant house.

Aimee sensed the meaning of his words, couldn't hold it back, glared at Patrick, and said, "If you dare

to say such a thing again, believe it or not, I will really let you lie back on the bed and let you never be

cured again."

She wasn't alarmist at all. She had the ability to heal Patrick, and naturally she also had the ability to

paralyze him forever.

Everything was just a matter of her scalpel.

Patrick didn't doubt what Aimee said, stretched out his hand, and pulled Aimee over, making her sit

beside him, "Then tell me, when will I be able to move freely?"

He was really a bit too boring.

Aimee ordered him to do nothing, and sent Kelvin over to keep an eye on him while she was at work.

There was also an instinctual discord between Patrick and Kelvin, which made him completely unwilling

to have too much conversation with Kelvin.

But with Kelvin around, Patrick had many things that he can't do clearly.

That was what made him so boring.

Aimee stretched out her hand, pressed on his back, and said, "Just wait a few more days. I won't hurt

you. You have endured for such a long time. Can't you even afford to wait for such a few days?"