The CEO's Mischievous Little Bride

In the classroom, as soon as school was dismissed, Vera excitedly ran out to meet Patrick.

"Honey, I didn't let you drop me off this morning, and now you're here to pick me up in the afternoon. Do you miss me that much?"

Patrick had mastered the art of sweet-talking Vera, and he used it on her now. "I've been thinking about you all day at the office, couldn't focus in meetings, so I came early to pick you up." Vera smiled happily, but she still scolded Patrick, "You can't do this. You need to work hard. If you keep thinking about me all day, your company will go bankrupt."

Patrick ruffled her hair. "You ran out without packing your books?"

"Mia and Randall will help me pack."

At that moment, Mia and Randall came out carrying a stack of books.

Patrick wanted to help, but Vera quickly preempted him and took over.

Patrick awkwardly withdrew his hand.

He glanced at Mia's arm and casually asked, "Do you have any scars on your arm?"

Vera noticed his intention. Her smile faded as she looked at Patrick. "Honey?"

"I was just asking."

From Patrick's words and actions, Vera immediately understood his intention.

She stopped smiling and her face turned serious.

Her usually playful face was now stern.

Mia sensed something was off and awkwardly smiled. "No, I don't."

Vera pointed at her own arm, jealously saying, "You never ask if I have any scars."

Patrick replied, "I see your arms and legs every day. I know better than anyone if you have any scars."

Everyone present thought, Patrick's words could easily lead to wild imaginations.

Vera blushed, feeling that Patrick's straightforwardness might cause her friends to misunderstand.

Indeed, she did flaunt her arms and legs in front of Patrick every night.

She wanted to retort but had nothing to say.

Soon, Sebastian arrived.

Seeing Patrick, he immediately walked over to Mia. "Did Mr. Olteran come to pick up Vera?"

"Yes, and you're here to pick up Mia. You're more responsible than some parents, always picking her up. Aren't you busy at the police station?"

Sebastian laughed, "I'm used to picking her up. Zandonick has been peaceful lately, no security issues."

He didn't say much more and took Mia's hand to leave.

Patrick glanced at Vera beside him. She stared at him angrily.

"I really came to pick you up."

"Patrick, you're getting more and more unreliable, even using me as an excuse now."

With that, she turned and followed Randall, intending to hitch a ride home.

Randall panicked. "Vera, don't follow me! I don't want to risk my life."

Vera grabbed Randall's sleeve and dragged him along, not giving him a chance to refuse.

Without a word, Patrick followed them, grabbed Vera's arm, bent down, and held her up in front of everyone.

In an instant, Vera was too stunned to react. She hadn't expected to be lifted like this!

There were many classmates around, secretly watching the scene.

The image of Patrick carrying Vera quickly made its way to the school forum.

"Patrick!"

"Call me honey."

"You're a jerk."

"No matter how much of a jerk I am, I'm still your husband."

Ignoring the stares of those around them, Patrick placed the fussing and pouting Vera in the passenger seat and buckled her seat belt. "I really came to pick you up." Vera turned her angry face away, huffing.

Patrick leaned in and gave her a light kiss on the cheek, gentle and not over the top.

He went to the driver's seat and drove off with Vera.

Meanwhile, on the way back to Lilac Manor, Sebastian and Mia were in the car.

Sebastian was worried all the way. "Mia, lately Vera has been coming to our house to look at photo albums, and Patrick has been coming to school to see you. What's going on?"

"Vera said she wanted to see my childhood photos. I thought it was no big deal, so we looked at each other's pictures. But Patrick really isn't coming to see me; he's just picking Vera up from school. Their relationship is very close right now. I heard they can't go a day without kissing."

Sebastian replied, "Grandpa isn't good these days, and soon they will be staying at our house. Don't invite classmates over for a while; we don't want to disturb them. And about Patrick, his status and position are not ordinary. We can't guess what he's thinking. Even if he's just picking up Vera, you should avoid any misunderstandings. Don't interact with them too much. After all, he's Vera's husband, and to you, he's just a stranger."

"I know, Sebastian. You don't need to tell me."

"Alright."

Sebastian glanced at Mia's left shoulder as he drove but said nothing more.

Patrick took Vera to his office. He worked in the study while Vera played games on the sofa.

He walked over, but Vera didn't acknowledge him.

Patrick picked up two of Vera's textbooks from the table and started flipping through them.

On one page, it read: [Patrick mentioned in an interview that we have entered the internet age

...]

Seeing his name, someone had drawn a little bird pecking at his name, and added a word, turning it into [Patrick's wife.]

The sentence now read: [Patrick's wife mentioned in an interview...]

His wife?

Patrick turned to look at Vera with a doting smile. She was indeed mischievous, with so many little antics.

She was tapping the screen frantically, likely about to lose her game.

Patrick didn't disturb her and continued reading the information about him.

[Patrick led the Olteran Group bravely at the forefront of the era, economic reforms...]

Vera had drawn a pair of horns next to Patrick's name and noted: [He is clearly a human, but his words are not meant for humans.]

She didn't understand that part, so she blamed her ignorance on Patrick's sophisticated language.

Patrick laughed, showing his white teeth. Rarely did anything make him this happy.

However, Vera, without saying a word, had amused him with just a small gesture.

Patrick thought to himself; it seemed he needed to speak more plainly in the future. Vera was a student, and if she didn't understand, it was his fault.

As Patrick was about to turn the page, Vera quickly closed the book and snatched it away. "Why are you reading my book?"

Patrick, in a good mood, told Vera, "I wanted to see if my little wife at school is paying attention in class."

Vera sat on the book, not letting Patrick see it.

Patrick was curious.  "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," Vera replied, lacking confidence. She didn't dare let Patrick see the rest.

It was fine if he saw the front, but if he saw the back, where she had drawn pig heads on all his photos, she feared her butt would be in trouble. "Let me see the rest."

"There's nothing more. Don't look."

Seeing Vera's evasiveness, Patrick felt certain that the latter pages held something special, some "surprise" waiting for him.