The CEO's Mischievous Little Bride

The next day, Vera woke up lazily, stretching and yawning. "I haven't slept this comfortably in a long time."

She turned to her right and suddenly found herself directly embraced by a man.

She looked at the wall of a person in front of her, and then lifted her head to meet the gaze of the man who was hugging her.

Vera blinked her eyes, then blinked again.

Patrick: "Are your eyes uncomfortable, or do you not recognize me?"

Vera: "Close your eyes."

Patrick felt surprised. The fact that she didn't seem surprised when she woke up and saw him as the first thing intrigued him. It seemed like she had already imagined waking up with him in her mind. The self-absorbed man closed his eyes, waiting for the thing he was expecting to happen.

Vera remained silent for three seconds. After those three seconds, she quickly rolled off the bed with a "whoosh," just like how Randall had escaped yesterday, and rushed towards the bathroom. The bathroom door closed with a click, and the man on the bed slowly opened his eyes.

His eyes were deep and he looked towards the direction of the bathroom, a mischievous smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

It turned out that asking him to close his eyes wasn't for a good morning kiss, but because she wanted to escape.

He chuckled and got up from the bed.

Sunlight streamed through the window, enveloping the entire room in bright light.

The natural light allowed him to see the shyness on the girl's face more clearly.

He got up and walked towards the bathroom door, "Hurry up and freshen up. We need to move early today."

Vera looked at herself in the mirror, her face turning red, even reaching her ears. Like the morning sun and the dawn, she blushed like she had applied rouge.

She patted her face and said to herself in the mirror, 'Vera, how could you be fooled by his handsomeness? Just because someone looks good doesn't mean they are great! Hmph.'

Ten minutes later, she was still hesitating in the bathroom. She felt too embarrassed to come out and face Patrick.

Patrick knocked on the door, "Are you ready? To avoid any accidents, after you finish getting ready, we'll leave directly without having breakfast at home. I'll take you to a restaurant."

"Okay, I'm ready."

Vera turned on the faucet and splashed water on her face before opening the door.

Seeing the droplets on her face, Patrick walked into the bathroom and took out a towel, gently wiping off the water on her cheeks.

Vera felt pleasantly surprised, but in her mind, she screamed, 'Uh-oh, Patrick must have been eaten by an alien! This person must be a fake!'

The change in Patrick over the past two days was too drastic for her to know how to respond.

'Is this still the Patrick who used to tease me?'

Patrick looked at Vera's clean little face and expressed his satisfaction, "This looks much better."

He held Vera's hand, "Let's go."

Just as the couple was about to reach the door, Shawn suddenly shouted, causing them to stop in their tracks.

"Randall! Get over here!"

Then, Vera and Patrick felt a shadow moving in front of them, and soon after, that shadow was hiding behind the couple who were about to leave.

Vera was still dazed and unable to react.

Patrick's expression had turned dark.

Being clever, he already knew that today's departure was once again delayed for some reason.

Then, Shawn appeared in the living room.

He picked up his cane and chased after them, ready to give Randall a good beating. Because this grandson of his, his seemingly stiff legs had become surprisingly agile.

Vera felt the threatening gesture from Shawn and worried that he might accidentally harm Randall, who was standing behind her. Therefore, she sought Patrick's protection and stepped closer to him, softly calling, "Honey~" It was precisely this gentle call that touched this man's heart once again.

Patrick's Adam's apple moved as he pulled Vera back, shielding her.

Vera, who enjoyed watching commotion, couldn't stay quiet, even hiding behind Patrick. She tightly gripped his arm, peering out with only her head, her eyes lively as they observed the unfolding events.

Finally, Shawn stood before the two of them, gasping for breath. He pointed at Randall, who stood behind Patrick, and exclaimed, "Step aside! I'm going to kill this ungrateful grandson of mine!" Patrick let go of Vera's hand and took a step back, allowing Shawn to confront Randall.

"Hey, Uncle Patrick," Randall looked at an angry Shawn, who had never shown him support. Randall then turned to Vera and said, "You, Vera Liniste. This is how you treated your friends!"

Vera had an innocent expression on her face, not even aware of what was happening.

In reality, Shawn had no intention of hitting his grandson with his cane; he was only scaring Randall.

He calmed down slightly and then explained to everyone what had happened.

Early that morning, Randall had asked him for money, and upon hearing the amount, Shawn deemed it too much and refused to give it.

In response, Randall threatened his most beloved porcelain vase, saying that if Shawn didn't give him the money, he would smash the vase.

Shawn looked at his own prized collection of porcelain and was terrified. He pointed at Randall's hand in horror and said, "Put the vase down, and I'll give you 200 million dollars."

Randall, shameless, grinned and replied, "Grandpa, 200 million dollars is not enough. I want 400 million dollars."

This infuriated Shawn, who couldn't control Randall. With the porcelain vase still in Randall's possession, Shawn could only reluctantly compromise. "I'll give it to you, but you must first put down that vase." "No way," Randall said, rotating his index finger on the bottom of the vase as if playing basketball with it.

But that was a vase, not a ball.

There was a loud "bang," and the room fell silent as they both stared at the shattered pieces of the porcelain vase on the floor. Shawn was still in shock. His beloved vase, his cherished antique, gone just like that!

"Randall Olteran!" Shawn gritted his teeth and shouted his grandson's name.

Realizing the situation was not in his favor, Randall immediately fled, and Shawn chased after him, intending to teach him a lesson. Then came the scene that had just played out.

Upon learning what had happened, Patrick and Vera had yet to speak when a scream came from upstairs, "Randall Olteran!"

Vera's heart trembled at the sound of Cindy's voice, and she looked at Randall with pity in her eyes.

Randall stepped back to the front door, ready to escape.

Cindy ran down the steps, clutching a bracelet in her hand.

She was so angry that her chest heaved.

She pointed at Randall at the door and asked him to look at her own bracelet, "Randall, where are the diamonds on my diamond bracelet?"

Vera took a closer look and saw that the once shining diamond bracelet was now bald, with only an empty shell left.

Everyone's gaze turned to the man at the door.

Randall swallowed and said, "I sold them all for money."

Vincent also appeared with his broken cup in hand, "Randall, how did my cup break?"

Randall replied, "... While I was stealing Mom's bracelet, I accidentally knocked over the prestigious cup you received from the country, and it broke." 'Wow, Randall managed to offend everyone in the house in just one morning,' Vera thought.

He was afraid of Patrick and Vera, so they didn't dare to offend him.

On the sofa, Shawn, Vincent, and Cindy sat in a row, watching Randall squatting on the ground, clutching his head with his hands.

Patrick and Vera sat on another sofa.

Shawn said, "Patrick, you deal with him."

Vincent also hesitated to teach Randall a lesson, so he wanted Patrick to give him a good beating.

Cindy was more direct and said, "Patrick and Vera, don't leave. Stay at home and help me discipline Randall!"

Upon hearing this, Vera immediately straightened up.

'In this case, can I leave today?'