The CEO's Mischievous Little Bride

The man who had struck up a conversation stood in astonishment, staring at Vera, who had claimed she was married. Upon learning his intentions, Vera paid no heed to his expression and moved to a quieter spot to continue waiting for Patrick. The process of waiting was tedious, but when waiting for one's beloved, her heart was filled with anticipation.

She waited until nearly everyone had left, yet Patrick had not appeared.

In the parking lot, Randall felt as though he had forgotten something.

Suddenly, he remembered. "Could Vera be waiting at the regular arrival gate?"

Patrick must have exited through the VIP passage. If Vera was waiting at the regular exit, she would certainly miss him.

What Randall had just realized, Patrick had already guessed.

After he appeared, the Vera who was supposed to surprise him was nowhere to be seen.

He turned and walked toward the regular exit of the airport.

Sure enough, the woman standing on tiptoe, craning her neck to look inside, was Vera.

At a glance, Patrick knew Vera had not met him.

He walked up and stood behind Vera, clearing his throat.

Vera turned her head left and right but saw no one. Finally, she turned around and looked up, meeting a pair of familiar eyes.

He looked down, smiling at the Vera who was searching for him.

"Honey!" Vera shouted, then threw herself into his arms, hugging his waist tightly.

The people who had been eyeing Vera earlier now turned their attention to the man.

Patrick let go of his suitcase and embraced Vera.

He lowered his head, and Vera, standing on tiptoe, brought her face up to kiss Patrick. "Well done," Patrick said, smiling at Vera.

Vera laughed and said, "Honey, today it's just me picking you up."

Patrick already knew but pretended not to, to indulge Vera's excitement. "Just you? Can you drive? Did you take a cab here?"

Seeing that Patrick genuinely didn't believe her, Vera was overjoyed. She excitedly said, "Honey, I really drove here myself. I know you've always wanted me to learn to drive, to buy me a car, and to have me drive to school alone in the morning, without having to ride with Randall. "

"So, while you were away, I practiced driving diligently every day. Now I can drive on my own."

"Today is the perfect proof. If you don't believe me, come to the parking lot with me, and I'll show you."

Patrick ruffled his little kitten's hair and, holding her hand, said, "Alright, let me see the results. Tomorrow, I'll take you to pick up your car."

Vera, excited, grabbed Patrick's suitcase and led him outside.

Patrick's gaze, however, was fixed on the different Vera of today. She was more gentle than usual.

On other days, she always gave off a childlike vibe, a sense of girlhood.

Today, she looked like a mature and gentle woman, exuding charm with every smile and gesture.

Patrick looked Vera up and down, swallowing hard.

Vera had already caught the satisfaction in Patrick's eyes. She was also very pleased with her look today. Her hair was loose, with the ends slightly curled, giving her a gentle and elegant appearance.

Now she finally looked like a married woman with a touch of allure.

Hand in hand, they took the elevator to the underground parking lot.

Vera began to walk forward.

She looked at the license plates row by row. "So strange, where did I park?"

Patrick felt a slight unease in his heart. "Vera, did you remember the parking spot number when you parked?"

The question left Vera bewildered.

"Honey, what number?"

Her counter-question left Patrick momentarily stunned.

Patrick seemed to have realized something.

Standing in the middle of the parking lot, he glanced around. There were at least three hundred cars, and that was just on this level.

If they continued searching like this, their date for the day would surely be ruined.

Vera had wanted to drive Patrick and make him happy.

At this moment, she stood beside Patrick like a child who had done something wrong, head lowered. "Honey, I don't know where I parked the car. When I got out, I didn't pay attention to the surroundings. I was looking at my phone's navigation to find you."

Patrick did not blame Vera; he attributed it all to her eagerness to see him.

"It's okay. I have nothing to do today, so I'll help you find the car slowly. Meanwhile, you can look at the different cars and see if there's one you like. If you find one, I'll order it, and we can pick it up tomorrow."

Vera felt that Patrick was too indulgent with her, which made her feel a bit guilty. Patrick indeed held Vera's hand and walked through the parking lot, row by row.

He was unusually leisurely, showing such patience in the stifling, airless environment. "Vera, do you like this car?" Patrick was genuinely helping Vera pick out a suitable car. Vera, on the other hand, was genuinely searching for the car she had driven.

Suddenly, Vera spotted a Volkswagen logo. She excitedly pointed and said, "Honey, I found it."

She took out the car key, ready to unlock the door, but pressing the button did nothing.

"Is the car key broken?"

Vera walked up to the car, bent down, and peered through the window at the interior, frowning. "No, this isn't our car. The inside doesn't look like this." Patrick glanced at the license plate; he knew they didn't have this car.

"Vera, which car did you drive here?"

Vera replied, "Nightwing. After the accident with the little black room, the car was taken for repairs. It was just fixed yesterday." Patrick, maintaining his patience, asked another question, "Sweetie, do you remember our car's license plate number?" Vera pursed her lips, her expression giving Patrick the answer.

A novice driver, Patrick encountered a challenge.

Not only had Vera parked the car in a spot she couldn't find, but she also couldn't remember the license plate number. "The license plate is four 8s. Remember it this time?" Patrick said.

Vera nodded.

"Honey, the car just now really looked a lot like ours."

Patrick hugged her and continued the search.

When they came across a sports car, Patrick asked, "Do you like it?"

Vera shook her head. "Sports cars are too low. Randall said I'm short, and I wouldn't be able to see the road."

"I see," Patrick said, holding a grudge toward Randall.

They walked around the parking level for over forty minutes.

Randall, on the third basement level, immediately knew they were looking for the car.

Shawn thought they were searching for the car and figured it would be a while before they reached the third basement level.

So, he opened the car door, got out, and started doing fitness exercises in the driveway.

Shawn was bouncing around to the rhythm in the driveway.

Randall checked the time; it had been an hour and twenty minutes since Patrick's plane had landed.

He decided to do a good deed.