The CEO's Mischievous Little Bride

Patrickstarted kissing Vera's cheek, slowly moving downward.

His hands moved from her shoulders to her waist, untying Vera's robe.

Patrick said, "Molly even wished us to have two kids in three years. I think one is enough." Patrick's teeth grazed Vera's swan-like neck, slowly moving to her delicate and fair collarbone. Patrick was careful not to use too much force, afraid he might break Vera's bones with his kisses. Patrick scooped up Vera, who had been napping all afternoon,and took her to the bed.

Vera tried to roll away to escape, but she failed.

She said, "Honey, your suit buttons are hurting me."

Patirck replied, "They won't be bothering you in a moment."

Vera knew exactly why they wouldn't be bothering her soon.

The indoor lighting was ambiguous, casting warm shadows.

One side of the blanket had fallen to the floor.

Before going to bed, Molly planned to find Vera to remind her about the field investigation tomorrow and the need to prepare the forms in advance. Fortunately, Randall stopped Molly in time. "Mia."

"I'm your Aunt Molly now."

Randall gritted his teeth, clenching his fists. "I can't bring myself to say it when I look at your face!"

Molly didn't make it difficult for Randall. She asked, "Why are you stopping me?"

Randall said, "I suggest you don't wander around after 8 PM, especially not to find Uncle Patrick and Vera. Even though you're his sister, if you ruin his good time, you won't escape a beating either." Molly looked shocked at the closed bedroom door, then at Randall, who had experienced the beatings.

Molly asked, "Eight o'clock? Isn't that a bit early?"

Randall replied, "If you're not afraid, go ahead and knock. I've told you everything you need to know."

Inside, after several rounds of lovemaking, Vera wanted to bite Patrick to pieces.

Vera said, "Honey, I might get pregnant. It's the 19th today, and my period hasn't come."

Vera, panting, told Patrick as she pressed her small arm against his chest.

Patrick, ignoring her, separated her arm and pinned it above her head, continuing to kiss her.

It wasn't clear how long it took for the room to finally calm down.

Patrick then told Vera that her worries were unnecessary; he had been using contraception all along.

Vera was very tired now. After each time making love with Patrick, she wished she could get pregnant quickly.

She asked, "What time is it?"

Patrick glanced at the time. "It's almost eleven. Time to sleep."

Vera sat up in bed, kicked Patrick beside her, and said, "Go to your study and bring me my laptop. I have a field investigation class tomorrow, and our group assigned the form task to me." Patrick replied, "It's too late. You should sleep."

"That's all because you couldn't wait half an hour for me to finish my homework before."

After enjoying the sex, Patrick remembered to pamper Vera.

Patrick got up, put on his clothes, and left the room.

A moment later, Patrick returned with a white laptop.

Vera, leaning against the pillow and not wearing any clothes, took the laptop with the blanket tucked under her arms. She curled her legs to use them as a stand for the laptop. Patrick said, "You go ahead. I'm going to take a shower."

Vera ignored him.

She had never made a form before, and since their teacher, Kyle Cook, was a foreigner, she was slower at it.

Vera chatted with Noah online.

Vera: [Noah, can you do my homework for me again?]

When Vera sent another message, it showed that her message had been rejected by the recipient.

Vera angrily said to herself, "How dare he block me?"

When Patrick came out of the shower, Vera was still looking up information online, following step-by-step instructions. "Adjust the font size, align... Why did the numbers turn into gibberish?" Vera muttered to herself, holding her phone to her lips. "Why do numbers turn into gibberish in a table?"

A new tutorial popped up online.

She realized. "I didn't convert it to text. But how do I convert it to text?"

Vera started voice inputting online again. "How to set table text?"

Steps popped up again.

Vera held her phone in her left hand, following the steps one by one, while her right hand operated the computer, diligently doing her homework. Patrick's hair was already dry.

Patrick sat on the edge of the bed and looked at the time. It had been over half an hour.

He asked, "Are you done yet?"

"Honey, why do the words I type only show up halfway?" Vera put the laptop in front of Patrick.

Patrick glanced at it and asked her, "Does your teacher want an Excel table or a Word table?" "Is there a difference?"

Patrick rephrased his question, asking, "How do you plan to do it?"

"I plan to make the data in an Excel table first, then copy and paste it into a Word document." That way, Vera could use the ready-made table without having to create one from scratch. Patrick looked at Vera, wondering how her brain worked.

"Vera, have you ever taken the AP Computer Science Exam?"

Vera nodded. "Yes, I have."

Patrick couldn't understand how Vera could not know these basics if she had taken the AP Computer Science Exam. Vera added, "I took it, but I didn't pass."

Patrick was speechless.

Patrick took Vera's laptop and phone and looked at the messages from Kyle in her class group. "Is it a foreign teacher's class?" Vera nodded. "I was sleeping during his lecture, and I drew the form task in a draw after class."

Patrick quickly glanced at the teacher's rules in the group, and then the busy Patrick started helping Vera with her college homework. "See, open the document, find 'Insert,' then click 'Table.' Add the number of rows and columns your teacher specified."

Vera snuggled against Patrick's shoulder, obediently watching her computer screen.

What took Vera forty minutes to struggle with, Patrick finished in four minutes.

Vera felt a bit humiliated.

"Look, is this what your teacher wanted?" Patrick handed the laptop to Vera.

Vera looked at the reference image Kyle had sent and nodded blankly. "Honey, did you pass the AP Computer Science Exam?" Vera could read the room. She sensed Patrick's frustration with her. So she asked, "Did you get all the computer certificates?" Patrick rubbed Vera's soft hair. "It's time to go to sleep. If you want to take any exams in the future, make sure to tell me first." Vera asked, "Will you tutor me?"

Patrick said earnestly, "I'll start by teaching you the basics."

Vera usually seemed smart and clever, but sometimes, she made Patrick feel like she wasn't very bright.

Late at night, Vera saved the table on her phone, closed the laptop, and crawled over to give Patrick a quick kiss on the lips. "Thank you. This kiss is free." Patrick spread his arms, hugged Vera, and tucked her into sleep.