The CEO's Mischievous Little Bride

Vera immediately wrapped herself in the blanket, like a turtle retreating into its shell.

Patrick felt helpless. Was she really reacting so strongly?

If they actually had sex, would she never dare to see him again?

Patrick thought she was too shy. Just a little teasing from him, and she would get embarrassed.

If he let her continue being shy like this, who knew when she would be willing to make love with him.

Just as Patrick was at a loss, suddenly, his phone on the table rang.

Patrick walked over and answered it directly in the room.

"Hello, this is Patrick."

"Yes, I can."

"I'll head over now. How many women are there?"

"Alright, arrange it like that. I'll be there in half an hour."

After speaking these words, Patrick hung up.

He looked at the bed, where Vera, who had heard the word "women," had popped out from under the blanket. She was glaring at him with a judgmental look.

"Where are you going?"

Her interrogative tone was completely different from the shy person who had been avoiding him shyly just moments ago.

At this moment, she wasn't feeling shy because she wanted to find out who the women Patrick was going to meet were. "I'm asking you, where are you going?"

Patrick, wrapped in a towel, went to the walk-in closet.

Vera threw off the blanket and followed him to the closet.

Patrick made a move to untie his towel, and Vera immediately closed her eyes and turned her back to him, saying, "Honey, don't go too far. I heard the phone call just now."

Patrick took his clothes out of the wardrobe and started changing.

Vera continued her accusations, saying, "You're married. You need to stay clean. Besides, we just started dating last night. If you dare to have an affair with another woman, I'll not only break up with you but also divorce you." Patrick had already changed his clothes. He went to the cabinet and picked out a watch to wear on his wrist.

Vera, still with her back to him, continued her reprimand, "As a man, you need to be upright and honorable. No matter how good the wildflowers outside are, they're not clean. They get dirty from the wind and rain. The flowers at home may not look as good, but they're cleaner."

Patrick had already put on his socks.

He stood up.

Looking at the disheveled Vera, who was getting more and more worked up.

He walked past Vera.

Vera was surprised that he had changed so quickly.

She hurriedly chased after him.

"Honey, did you hear what I just said?"

Patrick responded, "To summarize, as your man, your boyfriend, I need to keep my distance from other women."

Vera nodded vigorously. "That's right. So, are you going to meet women?"

"I am."

Patrick changed into a new pair of leather shoes at the shoe cabinet by the door, grabbed his car keys, and left.

"If you're bored this afternoon, hang out with Randall or go shopping with Cindy. Don't wait for me; I'll be back late."

"Patrick, aren't you going to teach me how to drive?" Vera pouted. Her words tinged with a plea.

Patrick replied, "I'll teach you tomorrow. Someone is waiting for me this afternoon. I have to go."

With that, Patrick left the Olteran Manor.

Leaving Vera staring at the closed door, her eyes welling up with tears of anger.

Patrick got into his car, adjusted the seat back, and as he sat down, he thought of Vera's anxious expression just now and smiled.

If he didn't provoke her a little, she wouldn't understand her feelings for him.

Patrick deliberately teased her, hoping she would realize her feelings and accept him sooner.

He drove away from home, and inside the house, Vera watched the car leave from the window and burst into tears.

She cried uncontrollably out of grievance.

"Patrick, you're a jerk."

Crying, she still went out.

She went to Randall's room.

Without knocking, she went straight in.

"Shit, Vera, don't you know how to knock?" Randall was startled and sat up in bed, wrapped in his blanket.

Vera, with red eyes, showed her vulnerability in front of Randall for the first time.

"What's wrong? Why are you crying?"

Seeing Vera in such a state, Randall immediately got nervous.

He got out of bed, still wrapped in the blanket. "Don't cry; what's going on?"

"Randall, can you do me a favor?"

"Sure, I'll help you. What do you need?" Randall comforted the woman who was both Patrick's wife and his longtime friend.

Vera sobbed. "Patrick just left to meet other women behind my back. He even asked for several women to accompany him. Can you go and keep an eye on him for me?"

Randall said, "Wait, I don't understand. You said Uncle Patrick went out to meet women, and not just one but several?"

Vera's tears flowed again. "Yes, men are all the same. He's so bad."

Randall asked in confusion, "Why would Uncle Patrick go out to meet other women?"

"He wanted to make love to me just now, but I refused. Then he took a shower, got a call, asked how many women there were, and left."

Randall frowned in confusion. From what Vera said, it seemed like Patrick wanted to make love to her but didn't succeed, and because of his physical desires, he went out to find other women. However, Patrick was such a high-minded person; it was impossible for him to seek pleasure outside.

Moreover, everyone could see how much he adored Vera.

He protected her, pampered her, and indulged her. How could he abandon her to go out and fool around?

"Are you sure you didn't misunderstand?"

Vera shook her head. "I asked him, and he was too guilty to speak. I also heard him on the phone; he personally asked how many women there were and said he'd be there soon." Randall said, "Wait a minute; I'll call him. You go out first, and I'll change my clothes."

Vera voiced her suspicion, "When he left, he told me to hang out with you this afternoon. He usually never lets us be together because he's worried we might develop feelings, but today he didn't care." Randall thought carefully and nodded.

Indeed, Patrick had once misunderstood that he and Vera had a romantic relationship.

This made things even more confusing.

"You go out first. I can't call him while wrapped in a blanket. Let me change my clothes, and I'll take you to find him, okay?"

Vera stopped crying, pouted in grievance, and left Randall's room.

Randall quickly changed his clothes and called Patrick.

The call went through, but Patrick hung up.

Randall murmured, "Shit, could he really be cheating?"

He was shocked.

He quickly called Patrick again, but this time Patrick's phone showed it was busy.

Seeing the seriousness of the situation, Randall hurried out.

"Vera, quickly change your clothes. I'll take you to the office to find him."

Vera took only five minutes to change. She didn't comb her hair, just tidied it a bit with her hands.

She didn't put on makeup and appeared with a bare face.

"I'm ready."