The CEO's Mischievous Little Bride

Back in the bedroom, he relayed the message to Vera and added, "I'm warning you, I'm not running errands for you anymore. If I go there again, Uncle Patrick will kill me." Hearing this, Vera was very pleased. "Don't worry. I won't make you run again."

Vera sat at Randall's computer desk, with Randall's bedroom door open. She propped her face on her hand, looking at the doorway where Patrick might appear any second. Seeing the faint smile on Vera's face, Randall was puzzled. "He doesn't care about you anymore, and you still have the mood to smile?"

Vera smiled and replied, "Just wait and see. He'll definitely come to pick me up."

"Why are you so sure?"

"That's the confidence he gave me."

Patrick, eavesdropping at the door, thought, 'When did I ever give her confidence?'

The door to Randall's bedroom was wide open. It was already late at night, and the Olteran family was asleep, except for Vera, who was waiting for Patrick to appear at the door.

In less than three minutes, Patrick appeared at the door.

Patrick didn't want to look at Vera inside.

However, Vera, seeing Patrick appear, happily got up from her seat and ran to the door.

Vera excitedly wrapped her arms around Patrick, leaped up, and clung to his neck, her legs around his waist, hanging onto him. Sweet as candy, she cooed to Patrick, "Honey, I knew you would come." Patrick held Vera's waist with one hand and supported her with the other, holding her steady.

Then, he gave Vera's butt a couple of pats. "Being naughty again."

Randall poked his head out to look at the appearing Patrick, thinking, "My uncle really showed up!"

Patrick closed Randall's bedroom door as he left.

Randall thought, 'Uncle Patrick, don't close it yet, let me watch you hit Vera.'

Patrick went back to his bedroom to deal with Vera.

The scene Randall wanted to see didn't happen.

Randall had no choice but to go to sleep.

Back in the bedroom, Vera clung to Patrick, saying, "Honey, you hit me just now, so we're even, right?"

Patrick threw Vera onto the bed and lay down on the other side. "Sleep."

Vera immediately snuggled up to him. "Honey, you're not mad at me anymore, right?"

"What good does it do if I'm mad?"

When Patrick got mad, Vera could be even more infuriating.

Vera quietly lowered her head. "Honey, the main thing is you left me tonight. If we argue in the future, you'll want to sleep in separate rooms. I read in a book about married life that the worst thing for a couple is to sleep in separate rooms after a fight. It will only make the conflicts worse. You can sleep wherever you want; I'll give you space. But this time, we can't be apart."

Patrick asked, "Do you usually read books?"

"I do."

"Does the book say how to resolve a couple's fight?"

Vera replied, "It does. It says one party should give in, and I'm giving you the chance to give in."

Patrick was helpless. "Should I thank you?"

Vera said, "You're welcome."

Patrick was speechless.

Before bed, Vera told Patrick everything that had happened. She asked, "Will you scold Molly?" Patrick replied, "No."

Vera complained, "You're biased. You only scold your wife, not your sister."

Patrick said, "Not scolding her is what will intimidate her."

Sometimes, not saying anything was the scariest.

If Patrick didn't say anything, Molly would wildly speculate, always remembering that she hadn't been scolded yet, and would think twice before acting in the future. Patrick was quite cunning.

Vera scolded him, "Despicable."

Patrick asked, "What did you say?"

Vera immediately changed her tone, saying, "Honey, I love you."

The next day, Molly was brought back from the police station.

Sebastian asked Molly, "Are you really not going home?"

Molly replied, "My dad ate something spicy last night. I don't know how he's doing today. I need to come back and check on him. I'll go home after the exams." Sebastian listened to Molly's plan. "Go ahead, call me if you need anything."

Molly entered the Olteran family home.

Molly walked all the way to the Olteran family living room.

"You are back; have you had breakfast?" Cindy asked Molly.

Molly nodded. "Sebastian took me to eat. Cindy, where's my dad?"

"He hasn't gotten up yet."

Molly asked again, "Did Vera get beaten last night?"

Cindy replied with a smile, "Beaten? Patrick wouldn't bear to hit her. At most, he just scolded her; don't worry."

Molly was still a bit uneasy.

In the morning, when Molly saw Patrick appear, she was so scared she hid in the backyard.

Patrick knew Molly was afraid of him, but he didn't expose her.

After breakfast, Patrick went out.

Only then did Molly appear in the living room.

Cindy shook her head with a smile. When Patrick wasn't home, they feared no one. But as soon as Patrick appeared, they were all afraid of him.

By nine in the morning, everyone was awake.

Four people sat in the dining room, each quiet.

Shawn glanced at Vera; Vera turned her head to look at Molly.

Molly guiltily looked at Randall, who was watching the show.

Three were involved in the incident, and only Randall was a spectator.

In the end, the three involved all turned their gaze to Randall, the spectator.

Randall felt the three different angles of gaze on him and had a bad feeling.

Shawn placed his cane on the dining table, showing his weapon.

Vera also placed her fist on the dining table as a warning.

Molly, being kinder, took a small knife out of her pocket and placed it on the dining table.

In no time, Randall said, "Shawn, Vera, Molly, I have something to do. I'll leave now. You three take your time; don't miss me."

Randall even made a fist salute before leaving the dining room.

After Randall left, Cindy saw him and asked, "Have you eaten?"

"I couldn't eat in that environment."

Later, there was no one else in the dining room, only Shawn, Molly, and Vera.

Shawn cleared his throat and asked Vera, "Vera, has Patrick left?"

Vera nodded. "He's gone."

Shawn then sighed in relief, good that he left.

Molly asked Vera, "Did he hit you last night?"

Shawn also looked at Vera curiously.

Vera shook her head. "No. Did your brother talk to you this morning?"

Molly also shook her head. "No."

Molly and Vera looked at Shawn.

Shawn said, "He left before I woke up and didn't talk to me either."

Then, Shawn, Molly, and Vera started discussing yesterday's events.

Vera looked at the gluttonous Shawn, asking, "Shawn, why can't you control yourself? If there's something good, I'll definitely bring it to you. Why do you have to eat in secret? Where's the basic trust between us?" Shawn complained, "Is that my fault? You two were acting so secretively yesterday that anyone would be suspicious."

Molly said, "You didn't even know what it was. If I had put poison on it, I'd be holding your funeral now."

As soon as she finished speaking, Shawn, Molly, and Vera all fell silent.

It was the servant bringing breakfast to the dining room that broke the awkwardness.

"Mr. Shawn Olteran, should I call Randall for breakfast?"