The CEO's Mischievous Little Bride

Cindy propped her head with her hand, half asleep. Vera lightly tapped Cindy's shoulder and softly called out, "Cindy."

Cindy woke up and saw Vera and Patrick. She asked, "Why did you get here so early?"

Vera placed the meal on the table and sat beside Cindy. "We got here early so that you and Vincent can take Randall home to rest." "We're fine."

Cindy glanced at Patrick and Vera, discreetly checking Vera's arms and legs. Seeing that she was fine, Cindy felt relieved.

Sensing her actions, Vera chuckled.

Cindy, she was too cute.

"Don't worry, Cindy. Patrick didn't hit me. He can't beat me."

Cindy felt relieved and said, "I dreamed earlier that you and Patrick couldn't get along."

"Dreams and reality are opposite," Vera said.

Since they arrived in the room, Patrick's gaze always fell on Shawn in bed, but he hesitated to ask.

Understanding Patrick's concern, Vera took the initiative to ask, "Vincent, Cindy, how was Dad last night?"

Cindy explained, "He took painkillers, but in the middle of the night, the pain became unbearable. The doctor had to give him an injection before he could sleep."

Patrick glanced at Vera.

There were concerns in his heart, but he couldn't voice them. Vera spoke for him, "Let's not wake Dad up for now. You and Vincent go home to rest. Patrick and I will stay here. If anything happens, we'll handle it."

Cindy refused. "You and Randall are both like children, unable to take care of others. Patrick is always busy and can't handle this. You both know nothing, so just go home."

Vera shook her head. "That won't do. The responsibility of taking care of Dad can't fall on you and Vincent. Patrick and I have an obligation to care for him. Even though I may not be very familiar, it's daytime now, there are many nurses around. I can consult them on what needs to be done."

Despite Cindy's persistence, Vera firmly rejected her kindness.

Patrick also spoke to Vincent beside him, "Vincent, take Cindy home. Staying up all night will be bad for your health. Dad has two sons, not just you. Vera and I can take care of him." Vincent glanced at the weary Cindy and nodded.

He took Cindy home and found Randall sitting in a chair outside, sleeping with his head against the wall.

They felt sorry for Randall. "Randall, come home with us and sleep later."

Randall blinked, woke up, and followed his parents home.

In the hospital room, only Patrick and Vera remained.

Due to Shawn's prestigious status, the doctor was his personal caregiver, only responsible for him alone, so there was no need for morning rounds.

The doctor visited once, found Shawn asleep, and left.

Before leaving, Patrick instructed Vera, "Vera, call me when Dad wakes up. You're not good at taking care of people; I'll handle it."

Vera pouted. "Darling, I can learn to care for him. It's embarrassing for you to say that in front of the doctor."

Patrick indulgently smiled. "I only said it after the doctor left. It's not embarrassing; only I know."

With that, he closed the door and caught up with the doctor to inquire about Shawn's condition.

Left alone in the room, Vera got up, bored, and inspected the flowers and plants around the room.

Realizing Vera might be bored, Patrick returned with two bags of snacks that kids love.

Vera looked at his hands. "Darling, who are these for?"

Patrick replied, "I don't eat them; Dad can't eat them, so who else is in this room?"

A smile instantly appeared on Vera's face as she eagerly took the snacks from Patrick's hands, looking at him with a beaming smile. "Darling, thank you."

Vera could already imagine Patrick in a suit at the supermarket, picking out snacks for her.

Besides gratitude, she now also wanted to kiss Patrick.

However, she felt too shy.

Patrick rubbed the back of her head and sat on the sofa.

"Darling, what did the doctor say?"

Patrick replied, "It's nothing serious. He has acute gastroenteritis, and due to his age, he needs to be hospitalized for treatment."

Vera nodded and opened a bag of chips to eat.

In the quiet room, only the sound of Vera chewing on chips could be heard.

Patrick turned to look at Vera, who had gone through one bag, then another, and a third. She switched to another bag and ate another.

Patrick watched her eat for almost an hour.

"Vera, are you full from breakfast?"

"I am," Vera replied.

She then looked at the empty snack wrappers on the table, feeling embarrassed. "Snacks are just puffed food. The packaging looks big, but there's not much inside. They don't fill me up." Patrick chuckled but didn't expose Vera's love for snacks.

Soon, Shawn woke up.

They quickly approached him. "Dad, how are you feeling?"

Shawn turned his head left and right, seeing them. He asked, "Why are you here?"

"We're here to take over, to take care of you," Vera replied.

Shawn sat up in bed, still quite weak.

Patrick poured him a glass of water to drink.

Coincidentally, a nurse arrived.

Vera immediately made room, feeling a bit scared of the medical staff. She hid behind Patrick like a shy kitten.

"Mr. Shawn Olteran, you'll be taking five pills today. Your blood pressure was a bit high last night, so there are medications to lower it today. We'll recheck your vitals in the afternoon," the nurse informed. Shawn nodded.

Vera peeked out from behind Patrick and saw the nurse leaving. She then emerged from behind him.

As the nurse was leaving, she noticed some snacks on the table. "Mr. Patrick Olteran, patients shouldn't eat these." Patrick looked at the empty snack wrappers Vera had consumed and nodded. "These were bought for my wife."

The nurse glanced enviously at Vera, who was snuggled up next to Patrick, before leaving.

In less than an hour, everyone in the ward knew that the stern Patrick had bought snacks to keep his wife entertained.

When Vera went to fetch water, she could feel the nurses' discreet glances.

Returning to the room, she told Patrick, "Darling, you go out to get water next time. Otherwise, everyone will be looking at me."

Patrick asked, "What are they looking at you for?"

"They're saying in private that you're good to me, buying me snacks to eat. They also say you're different from what they see on TV," Vera relayed what she overheard to Patrick. Patrick's lips curved slightly. "Is that a bad thing?"