Chapter 181 Are you going to kill me?
Chapter 181 Are you going to kill me?
Aimee set a menu for Patrick and didn't care about him anymore.
One of the reasons why she had to cook today was she wanted to cook something for Casey to
replenish her exhausted physical and mental energy.
So, except for the mushroom soup that Camdyn asked to eat, the rest of her menu was designed for
Casey.
There was one dish, which was very complicated, and Aimee put all her attention on that dish.
Patrick saw that she was so focused that he didn't bother her.
He was preparing the ingredients himself, tomato and eggs, the two simplest ingredients. As long as he
was not a real life idiot, he will do it very well.
Patrick washed a tomato, put it on a cutting board and cut it into small pieces.
He went to whip the eggs, which was also very simple.
However, when Patrick started to stir-fry, a problem happened.
He put a lot of oil, and when the egg liquid was poured in, it turned into fried eggs.
Aimee heard the voice and looked over. And she was almost not frightened.
She looked at the pot of oil soaking the eggs, and for a moment, she didn't know whether to cry or
laugh.
Aimee really didn't want Patrick to get discouraged, but felt that she still couldn't let him continue to
make trouble.
She said tactfully, "Mr. Hayden, why don't you go to rest for a while?"
Patrick's face at the moment didn't look very good.
This was different from what he imagined.
How could he not even handle a few eggs?
This was simply too out of character for him.
Aimee still couldn't bear it anymore, and said, "Or, can you do something else for me?"
Patrick looked at Aimee and knew that his performance just now was redundant.
He said, "Let me help you with something else."
"Then, Mr. Hayden, please wash these for me." Aimee took a bunch of leeks out of the refrigerator.
She didn't intend to make a dish out of leeks, but the best thing for Patrick to pass the time now was
this bunch of leeks.
He can wash them for a long time. In this way, there was no need for him to do anything else.
Patrick looked at leeks, then at Aimee. For a moment, he didn't know whether he was angry or really
frustrated.
How could he fail to see Aimee's intention?
However, what can be done? He could only be obedient.
Noticing his expression, Aimee couldn't hold back and laughed.
No matter what age this man was at, he was always childish.
However, Patrick's childishness was very cute.
Withdrawing her gaze, Aimee continued to cook.
She had always been nimble, and even the most complicated dishes were cooked very quickly, with
perfect combination of color, aroma and taste.
Just when the last dish was ready, Casey went to the dinning room like a walking dead.
She could no longer see anyone in her eyes, and she walked to the room entirely because of the scent
that poured into her nose.
Patrick had already called Camdyn to come over for dinner, and before he was seated, he saw Casey
put her hand on a plate of chicken legs in front of her.
Camdyn snorted softly and said, "Casey, use the fork. Is there any manners?"
Casey was a little sober after being yelled at by Camdyn.
She immediately went to get the fork obediently, and couldn't wait at all. She picked up a chicken leg
and was about to stuff it into her mouth.
However, her hand really didn't have any strength after she finished copying the Bible while holding the
pen. Although there were not many words, the handwriting must be exactly the same as the
handwriting on the book, and the strength of holding the pen must be the same. After copying the Bible,
she felt like her hand was maimed.
Where did she still have the strength to hold the fork? The chicken leg was barely picked up, and
before it reached her mouth, it fell on the dining table in front of her.
Casey was on the verge of crying.
She lost her temper and burst into tears.
"Patrick bullies me. Grandpa bullies me. Even the fork bullies me ... " Casey was so upset. She wanted
something to eat because she was so hungry. However, she was asked to use a fork.
Why was she so pitiful?
Casey held the fork again and continued to fight against the chicken leg tremblingly. However, she was
defeated repeatedly.
She was so angry that she threw the fork on the table, and she cried even more fiercely when she lay
beside on the table.
She was really pissed off. Why did she wake up at this time? Why did she go downstairs to look for
food? She didn't want to come to eat. She just wanted to find some bread or something to satisfy her
hunger.
But, the dishes on this table looked so delicious. She just wanted to take a bite. Why was she bullied
like this?
Casey was crying when her hand was held.
She froze, and suddenly raised her head to look over, and saw Aimee holding her hand.
Casey became even more angry. It was all because of this woman! If it wasn't for her, how could she
be punished?
"What are you doing! Don't touch me!" Casey was very angry, trying to pull her hand back.
However, she didn't know what power Aimee had, and it simply made it impossible for her to pull away.
This made Casey even angrier.
If she didn't have the strength now, she would definitely jump on Aimee and beat her hard.
However, the stinging feeling in her hand made it impossible for her to even resent Aimee at this
moment.
She was tightly suppressed by her and had no ability to resist at all.
Aimee pressed hard on Casey's acupuncture points, and Casey screamed in pain.
Casey was cursing at Aimee in her heart, wishing she could kill her. Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.
However, she was in too much pain now. Her face was pale from the pain, and covered with bean-
sized sweat.
Her mouth was open, but no sound was made.
She had only one thought now that she must have a good fight with Aimee.
She must let her know who was the best.
Finally, Aimee let go of Casey's hand. Casey breathed heavily, and finally found her voice.
"Aimee Read! Are you going to kill me!?" Casey yelled at Aimee.
However, after roaring, she found two people were gazing at her sharply.
She didn't need to look and knew that one was from her grandfather and the other was from Patrick.
Casey was even more angry. What kind of magical power did this woman Aimee have? Why did they
protect her?