The CEO's Mischievous Little Bride

Not far away, Jesse and Ellie stood together, chatting quietly. "Molly seems to have a good impression of Alan. Looks like we might have a chance to become family in the future, haha."

Ellie naturally understood what Jesse meant. She didn't make any definitive statements, only saying, "My daughter is still young. She gets attracted to fun things quickly. As for the future, we'll have to see what her dad thinks." Alan handed a glass of wine to Molly. "Molly, we've been talking for a while. Have some fruit wine to soothe your throat."

"I don't drink, thank you," Molly declined.

Alan's fondness for Molly increased. "You don't drink?"

Molly thought of her trio, who often drank during their gatherings.

She lied again, "No, I don't drink."

Alan didn't insist on Molly drinking. He said he would get her a drink.

Molly remembered Randall's advice: at events, always pour your drinks and don't drink what others give you. If she poured it herself, she remembered Vera's warning that colored drinks weren't safe either.

Actually, she had secretly asked Shawn for information. Vera had gotten drunk at Jackson's birthday party and made a fool of herself, becoming everyone's laughingstock.

Then she refused again. "No, I'm not thirsty."

Alan thought Molly was wary of him. "Molly, you should trust me."

"Sorry, I only trust my brother and my dad."

Molly only trusted the fathers and brothers of the Olteran family and the Chase family. She was cautious of outsiders.

Soon, Ellie came over to call Molly. After all, a new girl at the event chatting with an adult man for so long would attract gossip.

Molly stood up and said to Alan, "Alan, I'm going to find my mom. Thanks for the company."

Molly quickly went to Ellie's side and immediately acted spoiled. "Mom, I'm so thirsty, my throat is on fire."

"Sometimes you're so smart, and other times you don't even know to drink water when you're thirsty." Ellie handed her a drink. "It's Coke. The names are written on these drinks. Take what you want."

Molly gulped it down in one go.

"Mind your manners," Ellie said.

Everyone else was drinking slowly, but Molly finished hers in one gulp, her cheeks puffed out. It was cute, but a bit silly.

"What were you talking about with Alan?" Ellie asked casually.

Molly finished her Coke and said, "Nothing much; we just introduced ourselves and talked a bit about Sebastian."

Ellie adjusted Molly's clothes and asked, "What do you think of Alan?"

Molly replied, "He's okay, why do you ask, Mom?"

Ellie didn't say much, as she wasn't sure of the other party's intentions. "Just checking. Go find some other friends to play with."

Molly looked around and saw everyone in their own little groups. She didn't know which one to join.

If Vera and Randall were here, the three of them could form their own group and play cards.

"Okay, I'll go make some friends, Mom."

Ellie also went to her social circle.

People around were discussing the Olteran Group and future investment trends, speculating on which industry Patrick would venture into next. Ellie smiled faintly on the side, not participating.

One person said, "Ellie, this is the first time you've brought your child to a party. Are you planning to let your daughter take over the MS Group in the future?"

Ellie smiled and said, "My son is in law enforcement, so only my daughter is left. If not her, then who?"

"Your daughter will surely be as successful as you in the future."

Ellie smiled and said, "When Molly takes over the company, she'll need the support and guidance of you all."

People present replied, "Of course, we'll treat her like our own daughter."

The Olteran family.

Vera finally woke up.

She sat on the bed yawning. In Patrick's eyes, even her yawning was cute.

"Had enough sleep?"

Vera nodded. She got out of bed, and there was already a glass of warm water on the bedside table for her.

"Honey, your child wants me to tell you he's hungry."

Patrick chuckled. "How did my son tell you that?"

Vera pointed to her belly. "He sent a brainwave message to my mind, telling me to tell his dad he's hungry and wants chicken soup, curry chicken, and some fruits and vegetables."

Patrick touched Vera's slightly protruding belly. "This little guy is really amazing, right?"

Vera replied, "Of course, he's amazing. He can even communicate with his mom telepathically."

Patrick pinched Vera's nose. "Let's go out for a walk. I'll have the kitchen prepare food for my son."

Vera complained, "Only for your son? I have cravings, too."

After all that, the dishes she mentioned earlier weren't enough.

Vera immediately listed a series of different foods.

Even Patrick couldn't help but ask, "Can you two finish all that?"

"If we can't, there's still his dad. Right, honey? Besides, I want to eat all of these. If I don't, I'll be miserable."

Vera got up from the bed with her belly. Her baby bump was already showing, but she didn't walk clumsily. Vera often said it was because she knew some martial arts that she wasn't clumsy, and no one in the family would argue that it was because the baby was still small.

She went over and hugged Patrick's arm, acting spoiled. "Won't you let me eat?"

"I will. As long as you want to eat it, I'll let you." Patrick then teased Vera, "I think we need to give our chef a raise next month."

Patrick held Vera's hand and walked to the dining room.

He suddenly couldn't remember all the dishes Vera had mentioned. "Vera, come over and tell the chef."

Vera nodded. She stood in front of the chef and repeated the list.

The chef said, "Mrs. Olteran, please wait a moment. I'll get a notebook to write it down." There were too many dishes to remember.

So, Vera had to list the dishes three times for one meal.

Randall passed by and couldn't help but say, "Pregnant women usually have bad memories, but you remember all eight dishes perfectly. Those walnuts really paid off."

Vera pointed at Randall. "You should be grateful I'm pregnant. You've avoided several beatings."

Randall said, "Calm down. The doctor said getting too angry is bad for you."

Seeing Randall angered Vera. She turned to Patrick and complained, "Honey, seeing Randall puts me in a bad mood."

Patrick looked at Randall. "Do you want me to 'invite' you out?"

Randall saw the look in Patrick's eyes, full of pressure.

Then he compromised. "Fine, I get it. I'm leaving."

Randall left the dining room. Patrick asked Vera, "Feeling better?"

Vera replied, "Yes, seeing you makes me feel better."

She sat on a chair, swinging her legs while waiting for the food.

Patrick glanced at her legs and suddenly asked, "Vera, why do your legs seem shorter now that you're pregnant?"

Vera looked down at her dangling legs and refused to admit it. "No way!"