The CEO's Mischievous Little Bride

After some serious contemplation over two days, Alan decided to aggressively pursue Molly once more. That way, people would be more inclined to believe that his affection was genuine.

Alan had transformed; he now spent all his time with Dawn, his heart consumed by cunning and deceit. Randall chatted with Alan in the hall for quite a while.

After a moment, Randall stood up and said, "I advise you to stop immediately."

He went upstairs, found Molly's office area, and called out at the door, "Molly, let's go home."

The people in the office area turned to look at this handsome guy picking up Molly.

"Molly, who is he? He's so handsome," teased the colleagues around.

Molly joked, "He's the unluckiest person in my family."

She walked over and looked at Randall. "Is he still in the hall?"

"Who gives a damn if he's around or not? Just come with me. I want to see if he's got the guts to try and snatch you away," Randall declared. He wasn't one to indulge in frivolity; if he wanted to be, no one in Donncia would dare to claim themselves a playboy in his presence.

Playboys, after all, didn't play fair and can be quite violent.

When Molly went to the hall, Alan was indeed still there.

He wanted to step forward and talk to Molly.

Randall came to a sudden halt, fixing Alan with a sinister grin. His vibe was becoming more reminiscent of Patrick's, as he stood there, locking eyes with Alan. His smile didn't appear quite sincere, causing Alan to freeze in his tracks. Molly got into the car, and Randall turned and left as well.

After getting in the car, Randall said, "Molly, he might know your true identity now."

"How does he know?"

Randall shook his head. "Where's Sebastian?"

Molly sighed, "I can't reach him."

Randall thought, 'It makes sense. If Sebastian could be reached, I wouldn't have to come out and warn Alan myself.'

After they returned to the Olteran Manor that evening, Randall said to Molly, I'll be picking you up and dropping you off from now on."

Molly asked, "What if Alan keeps pursuing me?"

"Vera's got a strong backing. I'll have Vera run him over."

Vera asked, "Who are you asking me to hit?"

She was covered in flour, her pregnant belly prominently displayed as she curiously looked around.

Her words startled Randall and Molly.

"Vera, what are you doing?" Molly asked, looking at Vera.

Vera pointed toward the kitchen. "I'm learning to cook."

Randall shrugged. "Who are you cooking for?"

"Patrick."

Randall joked, "Planning to be a widow so soon, are we?"

Vera raised her hand and slapped Randall's new clothes directly.

"Vera, these are my new clothes! The dough stuck on them won't come off!" Randall yelled.

After speaking, he hurried upstairs to his bedroom to change clothes.

Vera snorted, "I didn't pull your hair, consider yourself lucky."

Randall was already in the bedroom, arguing with Vera in the living room from upstairs. "Vera, you owe me new clothes."

Vera said, "I'll show you. If you think my cooking will be a disaster, I'm determined to prove you wrong today. Randall, just you wait," Vera yelled back.

"Keep your hands to yourself and stop wasting food. Just be the grand lady of the house," Randall retorted from upstairs, their voices clashing in a heated argument. Vera took a breath and then asked Molly, "What does he mean?"

Molly explained, "He's mocking your poor cooking skills."

Hearing this, Vera got even angrier. She looked up and shouted through the house. "Randall, if you've got any guts, stay up there!"

"Whose little dog from the neighborhood won't stop barking?" Another yell came from the upper floor.

The Olteran Family's living room was lively beyond belief.

Despite Randall and Vera's argument, the other members of the family enjoyed watching.

Their shouting could be heard throughout the entire living room, as well as in the front and back yards, from both upstairs and downstairs. This time, Randall was clearly in the lead.

Shawn handed his cane to Vera. "Vera, I have an idea. Hide behind the stairs, and when Randall comes down, hit him on the head with the cane." Vera reached out to take it, but Shawn saw her hands were covered in dough. He immediately stepped back. "Wash your hands first."

Vera looked at her hands. "I'll finish cooking first."

After speaking, she headed toward the kitchen again, and Molly, genuinely curious, followed her.

When Patrick returned, he didn't see Vera, who was always the first to greet him.

"Dad, is Vera making me look for her again?" Patrick asked knowingly.

Shawn pointed toward the back kitchen. "Vera is busy back there. The chef isn't as busy as she is."

Patrick smiled and walked to the back kitchen.

As soon as he entered, he saw Vera surrounded by people.

The cutting board was a mess of what looked like a sandwich or maybe a pizza.

Patrick walked up and gently called, "Vera?"

Vera turned her head, her big belly covered in flour, with some on her face and her hands full of dough.

Patrick smiled. "What are you doing?"

"I'm cooking for you. Honey, go out first. I'll call you when I'm done."

Patrick, worried, grabbed her wrist, intending to pull her out.

Vera resisted. "Just half an hour more. I've done it all afternoon. Honey, don't let me give up halfway. Go out, go out."

She pushed Patrick's back with her elbow, trying to get him out.

Although she tried her best not to get flour on Patrick, some still got on him.

After Patrick went out of the Kitchen, there was a bit of flour on his back.

Shawn stood behind him, raising his hand to pat the flour off Patrick's suit. "You've got flour all over you from just a short time in there." Shawn dusted off Patrick like he used to do when he was a kid, removing dirt from his clothes, though now he didn't have to bend over to do it. Now, Patrick had grown taller, and Shawn didn't need to bend down anymore.

Patrick was moved. "It's not dirty anymore, Dad. No need to pat."

Randall, at home, was upset about his new clothes and wanted to argue with Vera whenever he saw her.

Vera, not one to be reasonable, chased him around with dough stuck to her, a sight not often seen with a pregnant woman.

An hour later, Vera's dinner was ready, which was pizza.

Randall asked, "What's on the pizza?"

"Everything," Vera said.

Randall murmured, "Rustic Hearth Cafe should be open until midnight, right?"

Shawn nodded. "I think so."

Cindy smiled. "Why go to Rustic Hearth Cafe? Everyone eats at home and tries Vera's first homemade pizza."

Vera also reached out to take a piece of pizza in front of her.

Patrick slapped her hand away.

"Honey." Vera frowned because Patrick wouldn't let her eat!

Patrick took a slice first, tasted it to make sure it was alright, and only then did he let Vera have some.

Patrick was the first to eat, and Cindy was the second.

Molly said, "Vera, Patrick and Cindy are really risking their lives to love you."