The CEO's Mischievous Little Bride

Vera smiled sweetly. "You called me cat again." Her tone was not accusing, but rather playful. Randall thought angrily to himself that he was sick of their sweet love!

At school, Randall and Mia discussed many things between Vera and Patrick.

"Vera found love after marriage? How surprising!"

They looked at the absent-minded smiling Vera and nodded in agreement. "She really did."

Mia sighed. "She was single for 20 years, and to find love after marriage, it's truly God's favor upon her."

Randall said, "When will God favor me, and have Uncle Patrick and her move to the Cherry Villa? Otherwise, I feel too stifled at home." Mia replied, "You're a boy, you don't deserve favor, work your way up on your own."

During class, Vera felt bored. Patrick's face popped into her mind again.

Subconsciously, she began to smile.

Mia and Randall exchanged glances, shaking their heads. "Even sitting far away, I can feel the happy aura of love emanating from her." The Olteran Group, Patrick's office.

Silas, who was criticized the day before, nervously handed over the data of his new work to Patrick for inspection. As Patrick checked the data and found no errors, a simple glance from him made Silas feel a heavy pressure.

"I heard about your family situation; what are you planning to do?"

Silas looked up suddenly, seeing the concern in Patrick's eyes.

Patrick's gaze, unlike the sharpness of the day before, was now filled with concern and inquiry.

Silas, aware that the company knew all about his family's disgrace, said, "Mr. Olteran, I won't let my family issues affect my work. Please give me another chance."

If he lost his job again, he would be completely hopeless.

Patrick took a deep breath, realizing he had been very harsh before, making his subordinates fear him to this extent.

"I won't fire you. I'll give you a week off to settle your family matters. Can you do that?"

"Mr. Olteran." Silas looked at Patrick, feeling like being given time off was akin to being fired.

Patrick thought to himself; he indeed couldn't be gentle.

His subordinates were all afraid of him.

He coughed, instantly reverting to his usual icy demeanor, and sternly instructed Silas, "Within a week, sort out your family matters. Find a capable person in the company to temporarily take over your position. If you bring your family issues into work again after a week, write your resignation and be ready to leave."

"Yes. Thank you, Mr. Olteran." Seeing Patrick like this, Silas felt that Patrick returned to normal again. He bowed to thank Patrick for his kindness.

"No need to thank me; it's my wife's idea."

"Your wife?" Silas was puzzled. He had never seen Patrick's wife before, and how could she know about his situation?

Patrick replied, "The playful girl you saw yesterday, she's not my niece, she's my wife, Vera."

"What!" Silas was astonished.

He had actually thought that girl was Patrick's niece.

As a result, she was indeed Patrick's wife.

"Thank you, Mr. Olteran, and thanks to Mrs. Olteran."

Silas thanked and left the office.

As he was about to enter the elevator, Sophia appeared.

"Mrs. Miller, do you have any instructions?" Silas politely asked.

Sophia replied, "I received Mr. Olteran's instructions and have transferred ten thousand dollars of care funds to your card, Mr. Mercer, don't disappoint Mr. Olteran."

Silas was surprised. Mr. Olteran gave him time off and even offered him care funds to show care.

With mixed feelings, he could only express his gratitude. "Thank you."

Vera's initial words were validated; Patrick had earned the admiration of everyone in the company for his actions.

During lunch, Jack mentioned the recent hot topic in the company to Patrick. "Mr. Olteran, everyone feels a deep sense of happiness and honor as employees of Olteran Group." Patrick replied, "Tell them it's my wife's idea, not mine."

"Don't do that, Mr. Olteran. The sentence you said when signing the contract with Harrison Group the other day has made the business circle curious about Mrs. Olteran. Some are even inquiring about her in secret. If the company learns about her kind-hearted nature, when she comes next time, everyone in the company will be watching her."

It had been two days since signing the agreement with Harrison Group, and Silas had been away for two days as well.

After signing the contract that day, Ethan was tearfully grateful to Patrick. However, Patrick reminded him, "If someone can't manage someone in the company, it means their abilities are lacking, and I won't cooperate with them." Pausing, he looked at the bewildered Ethan and continued, "The person you should truly thank is my wife. She's the one who gave you a chance. Make good use of it."

Thus, Patrick's wife became the subject of widespread discussion among the employees.

"Who's inquiring about Vera?" he asked coldly.

Jack replied, "Several companies are inquiring. They want to sign agreements with us next season, probably hoping to gain Mrs. Olteran's sympathy to influence you." "Take note of their names. Refuse to cooperate. Tell everyone that if anyone disturbs her, they will face the consequences."

"Understood."

Jack thought to himself the married Patrick turned out to be like this. He wanted the whole world to know about his wife's goodness, yet he didn't want the world to disturb her peace. Vera was unaware of Patrick's intentions.

She was still rebellious.

During her period, she craved something.

After dinner, she strolled to the refrigerator.

Looking around, up and down, with no one in sight, it was the perfect time to sneak some ice cream.

She quietly opened the fridge and reached in.

A cough behind her, hearing a familiar voice, Vera instantly felt dejected.

"Darling."

Patrick looked at the ice cream in her hand, gesturing with his eyes and saying, "Put it back."

Vera looked at the fridge, then at her hand, pouting. "I'll just take a bite."

"Put it back."

He showed no room for refusal or negotiation.

Dejectedly, Vera put the ice cream back.

Randall, who was excitedly watching the scene, said, "Vera, don't back down, resist." Patrick lifted his foot and kicked Randall in the butt. "How do you address your aunt?"

Rubbing his butt, Randall, like a wounded chick, slowly moved away from the irritable Patrick.

Vera didn't expect Patrick to hit him. She was relieved, thinking, 'Thankfully, I obediently put the ice cream back. If I hadn't, I might have been kicked too.'

"Go upstairs, take a shower, and go to bed."

Patrick called out to Vera downstairs.

Vera obediently went upstairs.

At night, she craved ice cream again.

She even pretended to have a terribly painful stomachache. When Patrick anxiously searched for medicine for her, she said, "If I eat an ice cream, my stomach won't hurt." Patrick helplessly said, "Then let your stomach ache."