The CEO's Mischievous Little Bride

Wesley had already been taken away and locked up, with three shifts keeping an eye on him.

Right now, the whole Olteran family was sitting in the dining room, dead silent.

Susan's lips were pressed tight. She'd just gotten an earful from Randall and was worried she might get another. After all, she knew where the beehive was, even if no one else did. "Vera, Molly, how about you reintroduce yourselves?" Shawn suggested.

Today, Vera and Molly had blown everyone's minds, including Randall's. He knew who Wesley was, something they couldn't figure out.

There was still silence.

"Vera."

"Dad, what's up?" Vera, who was called first, responded eagerly.

Shawn looked at Vera's delicate frame, dressed all cute and playful. How could such a girl fight and spin in the air? "How long have you been learning to fight?"

Vera looked at her hands. "Hmm, not too long, not even twenty years. I started when I was in kindergarten."

Shawn rarely spoke gently, "Vera, if anyone in the family makes you unhappy in the future, you must speak out, don't keep it to yourself."

Vera nodded obediently. "Don't worry, Dad, I will speak up. I promise not to hit anyone arbitrarily."

Shawn turned to Molly. "Molly."

Molly looked up when called. "Yes, Dad, what do you want to say?"

"We haven't seen each other for fifteen years. What have you been up to all these years?"

Molly cleared her throat and sat up straight. "Not much. Maybe it's because my adoptive parents raised me well, I inherited good genes from my biological parents, and I worked hard and loved to study, which led to my achievements today."

Shawn's tone was gentle. "Molly, after marrying into the Chase family, don't come back unless it's important."

Molly swore, "Dad, I'll never upset you, no matter what."

Shawn immediately shook his head. "No, you've upset me quite a few times."

Molly lowered her head in embarrassment.

Shawn looked at the obedient Susan. "Susan."

"Yes, Shawn, I know I was wrong." Susan immediately admitted her mistake.

Ever since this afternoon, Shawn no longer spoke loudly to these guys. He asked kindly, "Tell me, in such a big Olteran family, why do you keep studying the beehive?" Regarding the beehive, although Molly wanted it, Susan could actually find it, which shocked the entire Olteran family.

Susan said cutely, "I just wanted to get some honey to eat."

"Sweetie, our family has money. We can afford to buy honey, any brand you want. Can you promise me not to think about the beehive anymore?"

Susan bit her lower lip and nodded obediently. "I promise."

Looking at Vera, Molly, and Susan, Shawn suddenly felt sorry for Randall. It was really tough for Randall to hang out with these three awful women all the time. "Randall..."

Randall immediately spoke, "Grandpa, I'm already the lowest in the family. Please stop lecturing me."

Shawn nodded. "Okay."

This was the first time the Olteran family had such a quiet dinner.

The next day, at dawn, when the Olteran family was still asleep, Patrick returned.

The greenery in the yard was still covered with morning dew, bringing freshness to the awakening earth.

The servants were already up and bustling around, busy with their chores.

Patrick headed straight to his bedroom after getting back.

Gently opening the door, he was greeted by the familiar scent of the room, a unique milky fragrance that was Theodore's.

Vera and Theodore were sleeping peacefully. Theodore's little fist was clenched and raised next to his ear, his tiny face turned to his usual sleeping spot.

Vera was sleeping on her side. Both their sleeping faces were adorable. It was such a peaceful and beautiful scene!

Patrick quietly put down his luggage and went to the bedside to softly adjust Vera's sleeping position. Seeing her tender palms, he held her hand.

Vera felt the movement beside her and turned over, blinking her sleepy eyes a few times.

Seeing Patrick back, her tired face instantly lit up with a smile. She stretched out her arms and hugged Patrick's neck, softly saying, "Honey, you're back!"

Patrick chuckled, bending down to hug Vera. He kissed her and said gently, "Sleep a little more if you're tired, it's still early."

Vera rubbed her eyes and turned to look at the clock on the bedside table. It was just past six, indeed very early. "You've been on a plane all night, you should rest for a while too." Patrick agreed, he took off his clothes, lying down gently without waking Theodore.

At eight o'clock, Vera woke Theodore, who started his day with a big cry as usual. When he was about to cry today, Vera pointed beside him. "Look who's back?"

Theodore didn't look, he just squinted his eyes, opened his mouth, and started crying.

"Crying again?" Patrick said dotingly, never taking his eyes off Theodore.

The crying stopped abruptly, Theodore opened his eyes, turning his head left and right.

"Can't find Daddy?"

Another voice sounded.

Theodore forgot to cry, trying hard to find the source of the voice. Vera lifted him up a bit. Theodore tried his best to turn over, lying there, and when he looked up, he saw Patrick lying beside him. Seeing Patrick, Theodore was very excited, starting his day with laughter for the first time.

Patrick picked up Theodore from the bed as he sat up. "Come, let me smell you, Vera said you don't want to take a bath every day?"

Seeing Patrick, Theodore was eating his little hands, drooling and laughing.

With Patrick back, Vera immediately had him take Theodore to the bathroom to give him a bath.

"Honey, can we discuss something?" Clever Vera was already thinking of ways to explain herself.

Patrick knew she wanted to talk about yesterday's fight, he directly said, "No discussion."

Theodore was excitedly patting the water droplets on Patrick's shoulder, completely unaware that Vera was about to be punished.

After the bath, Patrick and Theodore changed clothes together.

"Where is Wesley locked up?"

Vera, still upset, said, "I don't know."

Patrick glanced at the sulking Vera. "The guards I left at home before I left are good fighters. When encountering bad people, you don't need to take action. Yesterday, you showed off your skills, making those bodyguards doubt their abilities."