novelxo Chapter 225 The Savior
Molly was just across the street, watching Vera talk to a man from a distance. Vera seemed quite impatient. Molly crossed the street and approached Vera. "Vera, what's going on?"
Vera frowned. "He wants me to add him on Facebook for a free milkshake."
Molly looked the man up and down.
She asked, "Have you heard of Patrick Olteran?"
The man nodded.
Molly pointed at Vera. "That's her husband."
With that, Molly pulled Vera away, leaving the man standing there in shock, forgetting to put his phone away.
As they walked away, Molly teased Vera, saying, "You get hit on even in a survey. Vera, you got married too early."
Vera replied, "I didn't think he was hitting on me. He looked like he was promoting a new milkshake shop and wanted me to add him on Facebook. If I knew he was interested in me, I would have mentioned Patrick's name right away." The man might have been asking for a girl's Facebook for the first time on the street.
He followed Vera for two blocks before Vera confronted him.
That was why Vera mistook him for a salesman.
After learning Vera's thoughts, Molly burst into laughter.
That evening, Molly told Patrick about Vera being hit on.
Patrick looked at Molly. "Molly, I'll rely on you to keep an eye on Vera from now on."
"Don't worry, Patrick. We're family. I'll always have your back. If anyone tries to steal your wife, I'll be the first to tell you," Molly said loyally.
Molly felt indebted to Patrick for always standing up for her when they were kids.
While Molly and Vera's friendship was genuine, gaining Patrick's favor was her main goal.
Patrick was never stingy with Molly. For the information she provided, Patrick instructed his subordinates to transfer money to Molly's account, varying the amount each time.
Molly was indeed more reliable than Randall.
Patrick returned to the bedroom and saw Vera sitting cross-legged on the carpet, propping her face with one hand, staring at her laptop with five survey forms beside her. She asked, "How's the summary coming along?"
Kyle required them to conduct the survey, present their own views, and write an 800-word essay with data. Vera felt driven mad from the stress. Patrick sat on the sofa next to Vera.
Vera turned to look at Patrick. For some reason, seeing him again made her feel like he was glowing. Patrick was her savior from the stress.
"Darling." Vera began to call him mischievously.
Patrick was ready to question her.
He asked, "Did you get hit on again today?"
Vera was speechless. How did he find out so quickly?
'It must have been Molly who tattled!' Vera was certain.
Only Molly knew about it.
Patrick looked down at Vera sitting on the carpet.
Vera met Patrick's gaze. "I didn't add him on Facebook, and I didn't even know he was hitting on me."
Patrick scooped Vera up with one hand, holding her small frame in his arms.
He pondered how to make Vera less attractive.
Vera had no idea about Patrick's scheming.
When kissed, Vera obediently complied.
When taken to bed, Vera didn't utter a word of refusal.
She even cooperatively wrapped her arms around Patrick's neck, whispering in his ear, "Darling, I'll make love with you, but you have to do me a small favor." Patrick was holding back, but Vera tugged at her skirt, insisting he agreed first.
She said, "It's a small thing for you. Will you help me? If not, you won't get to enjoy anything, not even a touch."
Vera used her charm to threaten Patrick.
Patrick pulled Vera's hand away. "Vera, this is your only nightgown left. Don't let it become another piece of scrap fabric."
Vera remembered the tragic fate of her previous nightgown.
"Then promise me!"
Patrick replied, "Even if I don't promise, you can't escape."
With that, he kissed Vera on her lips, and Vera's curses couldn't come out.
After enjoying himself, Patrick remembered Vera's request. "What do you need me to do?"
Vera asked, "Can you write the 800-word survey essay for me?"
Having tasted the benefits last night, Vera wanted to slack off again tonight.
She hoped Patrick would do her homework again.
Patrick said, "I'll tutor you, and you write it yourself."
Vera frowned deeper into the covers like a cat, avoiding the task. "No, you drained all my energy and inspiration. You write it."
Patrick pulled the hiding cat out from under the covers, handed her the laptop, and said, "I'll tutor you."
"You write, and I'll 'tutor'," Vera said.
Patrick had never been tutored before. Vera's tone was quite bold.
The laptop was running low on battery, so Patrick got out of bed to charge it and looked at the marked content on Vera's survey pages.
"Darling, if it were a regular essay, I wouldn't bother you. But this is the final paper. We don't have a final exam for this class; the paper determines whether we pass or not. If I fail, there's no chance for a retake. Darling, please, write it for me." Vera pleaded, wrapping her arms around Patrick's neck.
With Vera's coquettish behavior, Patrick remained unmoved as he looked at her survey.
After a while, Vera realized Patrick wasn't going to help.
"You jerk."
Patrick finally reacted, turning to look at the complaining Vera.
"If I do your non-technical assignments, the teacher won't notice. But this is your paper. If it's too good, and the teacher asks you to present it, what will you do? Will you come back and beg me to give the presentation?" Vera was speechless.
If Patrick wrote it too professionally, and the paper got published, Kyle might ask her to present it in class, and she'd be exposed.
She said, "Darling, then tutor me."
Patrick said, "I wanted to tutor you from the start."
Vera, holding her white laptop, snuggled into Patrick's arms, researching and summarizing.
Patrick guided Vera through the difficult parts.
By 10 PM, Vera had a rough outline.
Patrick told Vera to go to bed, but she insisted on finishing it that night.
Patrick stayed with Vera.
After Vera finished, Patrick took her laptop and started adjusting the tenses and fixing awkward sentences.
He also formatted the paper.
It was almost midnight when everything was done.
Vera was thrilled.
She closed her laptop, ready for Kyle's feedback in class the next day.