The CEO's Mischievous Little Bride

Time seemed to fly by when one was busy. Vera was learning to drive at home and had been particularly diligent these past few days.

Each time Randall was so tired that his eyelids drooped, Vera would kick him to bed. "Aren't you going to sleep?" Randall asked. Vera shook her head. "I'll go in a bit."

Randall believed her so deeply that one night, when he woke up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom, he saw car lights shining in the yard and was almost scared into thinking it was a supernatural event. He ran downstairs to find Vera still practicing driving.

"Vera, it's three in the morning. Are you planning to surprise Uncle Patrick with a pair of dark circles under your eyes when he gets back?"

Vera, frustrated from failing to park the car properly, found a perfect target to vent her anger on. Poor Randall was left feeling extremely aggrieved.

Vera stayed up for two nights straight, sleeping during the day in class and driving at night. She even took the car out on the road to practice her driving skills. Finally, when Friday came, Vera, reflecting on her driving skills, happily said, "Patrick is coming back soon."

Mia was also happy. "I'm going back home. Sebastian agreed to take me on a road trip."

Only Randall was unhappy. "Mia, can you take me in?"

Mia waved her hand and said, "I can't help you. Face life and death with equanimity."

Randall then pleaded with Vera, "Vera, will you save me?"

Given all the help Randall had provided in teaching her to drive, Vera couldn't just stand by. "I'll do my best to protect you, but the final decision is up to Patrick."

Mia joked, "Vera, if you take the initiative with Patrick, not only will Randall avoid punishment, but I bet he'll agree to any request you make." Vera, blushing, playfully tussled with Mia. The day passed in their playful banter. At the school gate, Sebastian was already waiting for Mia. The trunk was filled with gifts for their grandparents.

On the way back, Mia insisted on driving. Sebastian, having no choice, handed the car over to her when they reached a less busy area. As he sat in the passenger seat, he turned on the hazard lights.

The hazard lights serve as a warning signal during driving, alerting nearby cars to keep their distance due to potential danger. Seeing the hazard lights on, Mia felt humiliated by Sebastian. "Sebastian, you look down on me." Sebastian replied, "Then let me ask you a question. What's the minimum speed limit on the highway?"

Mia tentatively asked, "120 miles per hour?" Sebastian immediately unbuckled his seatbelt, got out of the passenger seat, walked to the driver's side, and pulled Mia out of the car. Mia stumbled and fell into Sebastian's arms. "Sebastian, why are you pulling me?"

Sebastian, exasperated, knocked on Mia's head, "Get back in the car and study for your driving test again."

Mia pouted, realizing she had answered incorrectly. She obediently sat in the passenger seat. "Sebastian, my phone doesn't have enough storage."

In fact, Mia simply didn't want to download the driving test app because it would slow down her phone and come with many annoying ads.

Sebastian saw through her little scheme but didn't call her out on it. He said, "Use my phone to download it." Mia happily took Sebastian's phone and started playing games.

Sebastian drove the entire way back home, while Mia in the passenger seat ate fruit, snacks, played games, took selfies, and recorded videos. Vera also drove on the way back home with Randall.

She said, "Patrick is coming back tomorrow. Let me practice one more time today."

Randall tore off a piece of paper and handed Vera a pen. "First, write me a guarantee. If you crash my car, you'll compensate me at full price."

Vera glanced at Randall's Porsche, "I won't crash it."

"I don't believe you."

Randall wrote on the car.

[Date: October 26th; Weather: Sunny; Location: Evergreen University.]

He then wrote below: [Today, Vera drives Randall's Porsche from Evergreen University to home. If she so much as scratches the car, she must compensate at full price. If she defaults, her husband will pay double.] Then, he placed the paper in front of Vera. "Sign and put your fingerprint on it."

Vera held the paper and asked, "Are you really going to this extent, using Patrick to threaten me?"

Randall replied, "Your husband gives you so much pocket money every month. If you compensate me a little, I can get a new car."

Vera looked at the guarantee in her hand, feeling the impulsion to punch him again.

"Vera, I'm warning you. If you don't sign, you won't touch my car today."

Vera took the guarantee, looked at the car, picked up the pen, and swiftly signed her name, then used lipstick to put her fingerprint on it.

"Is that good enough?"

Randall, seeing Vera so straightforward, hadn't expected it. He thought she would beat him up first. "You didn't hit me?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Vera punched him. "You really deserve it. Not hitting you makes me feel uncomfortable."

In Finland, Scott watched as Patrick came over to have coffee with him.

"Patrick, did you really fly three or four hours just to have coffee with me?"

Patrick drank the coffee like it was alcohol. "I promised Vera I wouldn't drink. She checks on me anytime."

A few days ago, Vera would call him right after class, claiming to share daily life details, but in reality, she was strictly checking on him. She even had to video call him before bed.

Scott said, "You're the CEO, and you actually listen to a woman? Are you kidding me?"

"I do listen. If I don't, she might fly from Zandonick to catch me here. She has a bad temper and can't stand anything going wrong. If she gets mad, she even dares to hit me." Patrick knew Vera very well. Scott was shocked, "She dares to hit you?"

Patrick, feeling frustrated, drank another cup of coffee.

Thus, in Scott's mind, Patrick gained another "experience"-"domestic violence"!

The spreader was Scott.

Scott felt very sorry for Patrick at this moment. Not only did he often have to search for the ever-elusive Vera, but he was also "abused" by her.

"Patrick, if you can't take it anymore, just get a divorce. There are plenty of good women out there. You don't have to keep entangling with Vera."

Patrick shot him a glare. ;"Do you want to end up like Ian with a fractured tailbone?"

Thinking of the unfortunate Ian's experience, Scott immediately shut up.

"So, why did you come to have coffee with me?"

Patrick had met dozens of people in the past five days, and none of them had the familiar bite mark on their arm. He even wondered if he had imagined the person he saw that day. But he had clearly grabbed that arm, and the bite mark haunted his closed eyes every night.

He was on the verge of being driven mad by his current confused state.

"Scott, I haven't seen Molly. I've searched everywhere, but she's not there."

Hearing Molly's name, Scott's playful demeanor vanished. "Patrick, you put too much pressure on you. You were only 13 then, and you were already trying your best to protect Molly. If you protected Randall, you couldn't look after Molly. If you protected Molly, Ran would get kidnapped. Whether as a brother or an uncle, you did everything you could. Your mother passed away due to a long illness, and she wouldn't want you to be so hard on yourself."