The CEO's Mischievous Little Bride

After wrapping up a photo session, Susan jogged over to hand Molly and Sebastian their coats.

Sebastian was fine, but Molly was shivering like crazy.

Vera was about to step forward when she suddenly got this weird feeling. She instinctively covered Theodore's little face with her hand and scanned the park. Vera's eyes were more serious than ever. She used a small blanket to cover Theodore's face completely, shielding him with her body, not even letting his arms show.

She walked around the park but didn't see anything out of the ordinary. Still, she was sure she felt a camera lens on her earlier.

"What are you doing?" Susan ran over, curious.

Vera's frown didn't go away. She looked at the people nearby, who were just taking photos like nothing was wrong, not even a hint of nervousness.

'Maybe I'm just being paranoid,' Vera thought.

"Vera?" Susan asked again.

"It's nothing," Vera replied, still unsure if she was overreacting or if someone was really spying on her.

Just to be safe, Vera wanted to call Patrick to pick her up. But with Theodore bundled up so tightly, she couldn't free a hand to get her phone. "Susan, can you grab my phone from my bag and call Patrick? Tell him to come to the park to pick us up. I'm tired, and Teddy is sleepy."

Susan nodded and did as she was told.

When Patrick got the call, he didn't even ask if he was busy. He just said, "Wait there. I'll be there soon."

Patrick didn't waste any time. In less than fifteen minutes, he was at the park.

"Vera," Patrick called out from a distance.

He walked up and took the already sleeping Theodore from her arms. Theodore's little face was warm and cozy. "Honey, hold him for a bit. I need to check something out," she said, wanting to make sure everything was safe.

After handing Theodore over, Vera walked towards the hill.

Molly, who had been sipping coffee and complaining, "I'm bringing my blanket for the wedding photos tomorrow. I'm freezing today," immediately straightened up when she saw Patrick. "Patrick, why are you here? Is the bride your sister?" The photographer, realizing who he was photographing, was stunned.

Patrick nodded slightly, confirming it.

"Are you cold?" he asked Molly.

Molly instinctively shook her head, "No, I'm not cold."

Patrick had this aura that made everyone a bit scared of him.

Molly had to take more photos. She took off her coat, shivering but trying not to show it, fearing Patrick would say, "Shoot indoors if you're cold."

The photographer, curious, asked Patrick, "Patrick, which international team did you hire for your wedding photos?"

Patrick frowned slightly, and the photographer quickly added, "You don't have to answer that."

Theodore, snoozing in Patrick's arms, shifted a bit. Patrick adjusted his hold, making sure Theodore was comfy. "We didn't take any."

He and Vera had missed out on a lot of things.

He glanced over at Vera, who was gracefully moving up the hill.

Nearby, some ladies were seriously taking photos, clearly not involved in any secret photography. People with tripods didn't fit the profile of someone trying to take secret photos; they couldn't escape quickly if caught. Only those lightly equipped and trying to stay hidden caught Vera's attention.

The person secretly taking photos knew Vera had noticed him but wasn't sure who was taking the pictures. When he saw her approaching, he got cautious.

The "young girl" in others' eyes found him precisely and immediately. His eyes became vigilant.

She looked at his camera and asked, "Are you a professional photographer?"

"No," he replied.

Vera looked at his posture and said, "But you look very professional."

She then asked, "Can I check out your camera? I'm thinking of getting one myself."

"Sorry, it's not a good time," he replied.

With that, he packed up his camera and turned to leave.

Vera immediately gave chase.

Patrick, holding Theodore, watched Vera talk to a stranger and then chase after him.

In the park's central hill, there were multiple exits.

Vera went up one side of the hill and chased down the other.

The man started running, and Vera followed closely, "Stop! Who are you?"

In the crowded square, Vera kept chasing, but all she saw were people and many kids running and playing.

The person she was chasing had disappeared. Vera circled the square but couldn't find him.

She puffed out a breath. Long periods of inactivity made sudden intense running hard to handle.

She knew she couldn't find him.

Vera turned and immediately went to find Patrick and Theodore. She jogged over, her face red from the cold wind and exertion.

"Who were you chasing?" Patrick asked.

Vera glanced at Molly and took her bag from Susan. "Honey, let's go. I'll explain on the way."

After saying goodbye to Susan, Vera linked arms with Patrick, walking down the desolate path.

On the way, Vera spoke, "Honey, I think someone was secretly photographing me and Theodore."

Patrick's thick eyebrows furrowed, "The person you were chasing?"

"I think so. When I looked at his camera, he turned and left. I tried to chase him but couldn't catch up." Although she admitted she wasn't as fit as before, the fact that the man could quickly run away and hide in the crowd made Vera uneasy. Back in the car, Vera held Theodore in the back seat. Patrick didn't start the car immediately. He looked through the windshield and asked, "Was it Jeffrey?"