The CEO's Mischievous Little Bride

Thus, Randall took out his phone and sent the location where Vera had parked to Patrick.

Patrick's phone rang, and Vera immediately turned her head. "Honey, who sent you a message on Facebook?" Patrick didn't know either, so he and Vera looked at his Facebook together.

When Vera saw Randall's profile picture, she also noticed the chat box. "D32? Honey, what does this mean?"

Patrick sighed helplessly and glanced at Vera beside him. She truly knew nothing.

Suddenly, Vera seemed to remember something and had a moment of realization, "I know!" Then her beautiful eyes flared with anger, "Is he still sending you other girls' bra sizes?" Patrick was taken aback by her suggestion.

He glanced at Vera's chest.

Vera also looked down at her chest and then met Patrick's gaze. "Randall, just wait. I'll kill him when I get back!"

How dare he send Patrick other girls' bra sizes? He was asking for trouble.

Patrick asked, "Vera, what's your size?"

As soon as he finished, Vera mercilessly punched him.

"You're not allowed to ask!"

"Is your size a D?"

He got punched by Vera again.

Indeed, Patrick was experiencing "domestic violence."

Vera was too hot-tempered, like a gas tank that would explode at the slightest spark, with immense destructive power.

She was so angry that when he tried to hold Vera's hand, she angrily shook it off.

When he tried to hug Vera, she looked at the hand on her shoulder and warned, "Honey, have you ever experienced an over-the-shoulder throw?"

He pulled her into his arms with force. "No matter what size you are, I love you."

Vera was so angry that she started fighting with Patrick on the spot.

As a result, Vera was shocked to find that she, someone who could hold her own in the Shadow Syndicate United's Golden Arena, couldn't beat Patrick even with both hands, and he was only using one hand to confront her. Vera kicked, and Patrick grabbed her leg, pulling her into his arms, one hand around her waist.

"Honey, have you been trained?"

Patrick looked at her soft lips and leaned in to kiss her. "It's time to collect the benefits you owe me."

As he kissed her, Vera leaned back. "If you don't explain clearly, don't even think about kissing me."

Vera was angry.

She wasn't gentle even when pulling his suitcase.

"You can be mad at me, but don't be mad at the suitcase. After all, the gift inside isn't for me," he said, smiling at Vera's back.

Sure enough, Vera became much gentler with the suitcase.

As she walked ahead, she couldn't hide the smile on her face.

She was secretly delighted that Patrick had brought her a gift after returning from work.

Not only did she miss him, but it turned out he was thinking of her all the time while he was away.

"Vera, turn left."

Vera pointed at the other vehicles in front of her and said, "We haven't finished checking yet."

Patrick coaxed, "Look from the bottom up. Maybe you'll find it."

Vera believed Patrick's nonsense and indeed took the elevator downstairs.

When they reached the third-floor parking lot, Vera had just stepped out when she said, "Honey, let's go eat something delicious later, okay?" Randall opened the car park and called out softly to Shawn, who was seriously exercising in the driveway. "Grandpa."

Shawn was still immersed in his exercises.

Randall coughed a few times and cheekily called, "Old dude."

This time, Shawn saw Randall.

Randall waved at him. "Hurry up, Uncle Patrick is here."

Upon hearing this, Shawn immediately hunched his shoulders and jogged back to the car, closing the door very quietly. Randall also rolled up the window.

Shawn knocked on his head. "How dare you call me an old dude?"

Randall pointed to Vera and Patrick approaching from the front. "We need to duck down. Vera's eyesight is very good."

In the car, Cindy, Shawn, and Randall, who were secretly following Vera, all lowered their heads, not daring to look up. Patrick was the first to notice their familiar car.

He saw his car in front of that vehicle.

"Honey, this car looks just like ours, as well as its license plate. Wow, we found our car!" Vera was the only one excited. Patrick couldn't fake it at this moment.

He watched Vera's excitement, but his gaze remained fixed on the car behind them, where people were hiding.

"Vera, did Shawn and Randall say anything to you before you left?"

Vera thought for a moment and said, "Shawn, Cindy, and Randall were all worried I might get into an accident and wouldn't be able to explain it to you. They all told me to be careful." Patrick understood.

It turned out they were worried about Vera's driving skills and had secretly followed her from home.

Seeing that car, his heart warmed.

Their care for Vera was also care for him.

Patrick felt grateful.

"Honey, get in the car quickly. This time, I've got the braking technique down. I won't let you get hit again. And the car won't roll when I park."

Vera got into the car, and Patrick put the suitcase in the trunk. As he walked over, he glanced at Cindy, Shawn, and Randall hiding in the car behind. He saw everything clearly.

Shawn bent over, leaving only his eyes visible, meeting Patrick's gaze.

In that awkward moment, neither of them laughed.

Randall lay on the steering wheel, not daring to lift his head.

Cindy hid behind Randall's seat in the back.

Patrick thought to himself, 'Poor you all.'

"Honey, get in the car."

Patrick walked to the side and got in..

He asked Vera, "Vera, do you know all the cars we have?"

Vera shook her head. "We have over a dozen cars; I can't remember them all. Ran said this car is safe to drive, so I took it."

Given that, Patrick understood why Vera ignored the car behind them.

Because she didn't even know it was one of theirs.

"Vera, where are we going?"

"Let's go eat first, then I'll take you to a movie this afternoon."

Vera started the car and slowly moved it out from the side.

Patrick saw her rapid improvement and didn't hide his praise. "It seems you've been working hard lately."

"Of course, I didn't even study this hard."

Vera slowly drove out of the parking area, following the directions. "Honey, am I going the right way?" "Yes, keep going."

Vera confidently stepped on the gas.

Randall also sat up, breathing a sigh of relief, hoping that Patrick would spare him tonight when they got home.

His task of protecting Vera was now complete, and they drove home.

Since Patrick's return, the smile on his face hadn't faded.

On the way, Vera proudly said, "Next time, I'll take Dad and Mom out for a drive. I'll show them I can drive too." Patrick said, "Turn right, signal."

Vera obediently followed his instructions.

This time, she wasn't flustered.

Patrick's face showed a sense of pride.

"Now I can drink at social events without worry."