The CEO's Mischievous Little Bride

Vera pouted, sitting shyly next to Patrick. At a time like this, it was best to rely on her husband for support.

She didn't even care if her own hands hurt; the most important thing was to leave as soon as possible. "Patrick, Randall's hair has been checked and it's fine. Shall we go now?"

Patrick noticed Vera's change in how she addressed him, going from honey to using his name. 'She called me Honey when she needed me, and Patrick when she didn't,' he felt displeased and his throat tightened. "Dad is right, it's not appropriate to move out tonight."

Because of that statement, Vera was bound to spend another night at the Olteran Manor. In that moment, she felt like her whole world was collapsing.

It was nighttime. Vera sat on the couch, hitting the backrest in frustration with her fist. "I was about to leave, but because I couldn't keep my mouth shut, now I'm stuck here and can't even leave myself."

Little did Vera know, it wasn't just her own statement that was keeping her from leaving, but her use of addressing.

"Patrick, how about we leave early tomorrow morning?" Vera asked. "I'm starting school soon and I won't have time to move afterwards."

"Depends on my mood," he replied before heading to take a shower.

Meanwhile, in the neighboring bedroom, Randall sneaked into his parents' master bedroom. He quietly approached Cindy by her dressing table and asked, "Mom, can you tell me what exactly happened between you and Vera? How did you end up fighting?"

When it came to this topic, Cindy was completely open and honest with Randall, not hiding anything. For half an hour, she recounted everything that had happened during that time.

After learning the truth, Randall sighed, "What a mess."

He then turned to Cindy and said, "Mom, you've definitely been fooled by Emma. I can guarantee you that Vera would never try to take the title of the lady of Olteran family from you. She's extremely lazy, always preferring to sit instead of standing. She skips steps when doing homework, and if she can use a ballpoint pen, she'll never touch a fountain pen with a cap... Someone as lazy as her would never want to take on a title that would exhaust her to death."

"Is that how you talk about Mom?" Cindy couldn't help but feel that according to Randall's words, she was the one who would be exhausted to death.

"I only realized last night that I have been deceived Emma. Well, what can we do now since everything has already happened."

However, Cindy was also curious about how Randall had gotten to know Vera. She asked, "Ran, how did you meet her? You were desk mates, but I've never heard you mention her before."

Thinking back to his years as Vera's desk mate, Randall lied to Cindy, saying, "Mom, Vera was always my lackey at school."

Cindy believed Randall's words and said, "How could you bully a girl? Have you forgotten the gentlemanly manners I taught you?"

Randall said nervously, "Okay, I understand. I won't bully her anymore. Mom, it's late now, you should go to sleep. I'll go find her."

Because Cindy repeatedly misunderstood Vera, Randall felt sorry and wanted to apologize on her behalf. After all, considering Cindy's personality, she would never apologize herself. "Come back. It's late and Aunt Vera and Uncle Patrick might get upset," Cindy reminded Randall.

"It's fine," Randall replied.

He wasn't afraid of causing trouble. After leaving Cindy's bedroom, he walked to Patrick's bedroom door.

He knocked on the door. "Vera, I know you're not asleep. Open the door."

Vera, lying on the sofa, sat up and glanced at Patrick, who was reading in bed. "Put on your clothes, I'm going to open the door."

Patrick closed his book and licked his teeth, becoming increasingly displeased with Randall's behavior.

The door opened and Vera impatiently asked, "Do you need something?"

"Obviously, why else would I come to you when I have nothing to do," he walked into the couple's bedroom without politeness. Suddenly, he noticed the pillows and blankets on the sofa.

"Darn!" He looked at the sofa and then at Patrick lying in bed in the bedroom. His voice raised, "You two have been sleeping apart?"

Vera raised her hand and punched him on the forehead. "Lower your voice."

Patrick lifted the covers and stood up from the bed, ready to teach Randall a lesson.

Randall had forgotten about his intention to apologize to Vera. He looked at the two of them in surprise, his gaze alternating between them. "I thought you had become Uncle Patrick's woman a long time ago, but you're... Ah, Uncle Patrick, spare me."

Patrick grabbed Randall's ear and twisted it until it turned red. "What do you want to say about your aunt?"

"She's still a pure virgin. Ah! Uncle Patrick, my ear is about to fall off," Randall said.

Patrick's face remained cold. "Say it again, what is your aunt?"

"You haven't touched her yet; she's still a virgin," Randall responded.

Patrick twisted Randall's ear even harder. "I'll ask again, what is she?"

As the pain in his ear spread throughout his body, Randall realized that his answers were not satisfying Patrick. So, he turned to Vera for help. "Damn it, Vera, don't just stand there, help me!"

Vera watched Patrick bullying Randall and grinned, 'Oh, poor Randall, how miserable.'

"Oh, I can't beat my honey," she said.

Ha! She called him honey again.

Patrick relaxed his grip slightly and asked Vera in a slow tone, "You answer for him."

Vera was completely stunned by the question, "Randall is right, there has been nothing between us since we got married. So, I'm still a pure maiden."

Patrick's throat tightened, 'Is she complaining that he's not sleeping with her?'

Patrick let go of Randall's ear and walked towards Vera.

She was so startled that she covered her ears with both hands, "What are you going to do!"

'Is she going to get her ears pulled for answering incorrectly? If I knew that, I wouldn't have answered,' Patrick thought to himself.

Patrick firmly grabbed Vera's slender arm and pulled her into his embrace.

One of his hands wrapped around her waist from behind, he bent down, while the other hand tightly held her legs.

Vera was lifted off the ground in an instant.

Randall was suddenly faced with a princess carry.

In the moment Vera's body was lifted off the ground, her heart raced in fear, "Hey, what are you doing?"

Patrick's throat tightened as he carried Vera to the edge of the bed, then lifted the covers and tossed her onto the bed. Randall stood there dumbfounded, mouth agape, "Oh my, Uncle Patrick is going to live stream this? This is too exciting!" Vera felt extremely anxious inside, and she sat up in a panic, "Patrick, remember our agreement, don't cross the line." Patrick turned to look at his still-standing nephew, "Do you still plan on watching what happens between me and your aunt next?" Randall covered his eyes, "I'm not watching."

Without even looking at Randall, Patrick angrily muttered, "Get out."

Randall instinctively obeyed the command, even forgetting to help his desk mate out of the predicament.

He closed his eyes and hurriedly left, even rushing to close the door behind him as he exited.

In the room, the couple locked eyes.

Vera found herself trapped on the bed, too scared to move. She swallowed nervously, "Patrick, are you going to sleep on the sofa?" Patrick approached her, the faint light in the room casting shadows on his face.

Vera could even feel his breath.

Nervous and unable to blink, she stared at his face, which was very close to hers.