The CEO's Mischievous Little Bride

Shawn comforted Patrick, urging him not to persist any longer. His heart, filled with disappointment, gradually turned to despair, yet nothing could change. Vincent believed Shawn's words and was convinced of Molly's passing.

He sat in Shawn's study for a long time, and they talked for quite a while.

Vera found all five gifts. She joyfully rolled on the bed, took photos, and posted them on her News Feed.

[The merit of having a husband is that whenever he goes on a business trip, he never fails to bring me gifts. He always spoils me.]

Before sending it, she blocked one person.

An hour later, Patrick returned to the bedroom.

Discussing weighty topics had weighed down Patrick's mood.

Seeing Vera's joy, he didn't want to disturb her. "Vera, I'm going to take a shower first."

"Okay."

Vera was still kneeling on the bed, taking various photos of her gifts.

After a while, Patrick came out, and Vera clung to him, curiously asking, "Honey, how did you choose these gifts?"

Patrick casually replied, "I saw them and bought them."

Vera happily jumped off the bed, went up to Patrick, and kissed him.

However, while Patrick was usually affectionate, today he was reserved.

He patted Vera's head and told her to go play by herself.

Vera was puzzled. Had he changed?

She cast aside her excitement and looked at the unusual Patrick.

Since returning from his conversation with Shawn and Randall, his mood had been off.

"Honey, why don't we talk?"

Patrick asked, "Did you try on the jewelry? Do you like it?"

Vera nodded. She didn't follow Patrick's lead but instead clung to the current issue, asking, "Did Shawn scold you?" "No."

Vera asked again, "Then why are you unhappy?"

He had been fine when he saw her in the afternoon, but his mood changed once he got home.

His expression revealed nothing.

However, Vera was different; she was particularly sensitive to the people she cared about. She sensed Patrick's unusual mood.

She grabbed his pajama sleeve. "Honey, we are a couple."

Patrick paused and asked Vera a question, "Vera, do you think it's still necessary to keep searching for someone after fifteen years with no clues?"

Earlier in Shawn's study, Shawn and Vincent had repeatedly emphasized to him to give up. Patrick understood their meaning; they wanted him to face the possibility that Mia might no longer be alive. "You and Vera should live well together. You should live a good life and not make it too miserable. You are married; you should be responsible for Vera." Vincent also advised him to focus on his future life with Vera and not dwell on the past.

People who couldn't let go of memories only became more miserable.

Patrick, swayed by their words, thought of Vera waiting for him in the bedroom.

Would Vera accept his search for Molly?

Patrick looked at Vera, waiting for her answer.

He was both nervous and expectant.

"Of course, it's necessary to keep searching. You've been looking for fifteen years, which means that person is very important to you. For these fifteen years, she has become your spiritual support." "Just like a vast, boundless sea with a distant lighthouse. As long as the light is on, the ship has a target to sail towards. If the light goes out, it's like being stranded on a deserted island, surrounded by fog, eventually trapping one to death." "Honey, I support you in continuing your search. God sees how hard you've worked and won't let you down. Maybe He'll give you a surprise. Perhaps, the next time will be that surprise."

Vera looked into Patrick's eyes, and for some reason, her heart ached for him.

Perhaps, seeing the hurt in his eyes, she empathized with him.

"Honey, if one day you're too tired and can't go on, I'll persist for you. We are a couple; we should work together. I'll accompany you in the search, even if it takes another fifteen years. As long as you don't give up, I'll never hold you back." Patrick looked at the resolute Vera, deeply moved.

He pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly.

In their tight embrace, he felt incredibly fortunate to have met such a wonderful girl.

Patrick hugged Vera so tightly that her chest hurt from the pressure.

"Honey, I have a condition. If the woman you're looking for is my rival, not only will I not help you find her, but I'll also stop you from searching."

Patrick turned his head and kissed Vera's hair.

"You have no rival, never have. Vera, the person I'm looking for is my sister."

"What?" Vera looked up in shock.

Patrick had a sister?

Did Shawn have a daughter?

Vera found it unbelievable.

"The last time I was in your office, you told me someone had left you. That woman wasn't your ex; it was your sister?"

Patrick nodded, somewhat self-mockingly. "She didn't leave me. I lost her."

Vera comforted him, "Honey, don't be sad. Tell me her name, and I'll help you find her."

Patrick smiled, "Molly."

"Molly. Alright."

Molly, Molly... Strange, why did that sound so familiar?

Before bed, Vera lay under the covers, her "pillow" finally back. Naturally, she clung to him.

Patrick smiled, turned off the bedside lamp, and got under the covers.

He leaned over Vera. "I've missed a few days of benefits; it's time to claim them back."

As he moved closer, Vera's thoughts were interrupted by his kisses. She felt she was on the verge of remembering where she had heard that name, but the next second, her mind was overtaken by Patrick's passionate kisses. Her body tensed; his hands wrapped around her waist.

Her nightgown slipped to her waist; her mind was in a tangled mess.

It was like a scale, swaying back and forth.

Patrick guided her, urging her to close her eyes and accept him.

His movements were gentle, pulling Vera's legs apart.

Vera's toes curled in tension, her nightgown straps falling, exposing her chest. She felt her neck was wet and hot, and her whole body was uncomfortably warm. "Honey."

A soft, cat-like whimper made him unable to contain his excitement.

Patrick licked her earlobe, making Vera tremble all over.

She was too nervous to react.

The night was silent, undisturbed.

Vera felt she was about to make love to him in a daze; her face flushed.

She usually joked about sex with Mia, but in reality, she had no real experience, so Patrick led the rhythm.

"Wait, honey."

She called a halt.

Patrick reluctantly pulled away from his desire, looking at the suddenly clear-headed Vera beneath him.