The CEO's Mischievous Little Bride

"Do you feel sad because I didn't touch you?"

'Why should I feel sad?'

Patrick lowered his gaze, briefly glancing at her ample chest.

Curious, she quickly followed his line of sight and, to her surprise, her forehead collided with Patrick's.

Vera lifted her head rapidly. As a result, their eyes locked.

Patrick looked up and made eye contact with Vera, who was startled.

Ah...what a coincidence, their lips met this time!

Vera blinked rapidly, her mind went blank, and she even forgot to step back. Her heart was beating wildly in her chest.

Patrick's gaze shifted downward and lingered on Vera's eyelids, her smooth skin with almost no pores.

His Adam's apple bobbed up and down, his lips slightly opened, his body leaned forward, capturing her delicate lips gently.

The warmth on her lips, combined with the heat from his nose, stimulated Vera in every way.

She raised her hands and forcefully pushed Patrick's shoulders, trying to push him away.

She rolled off the bed and hurriedly ran barefoot to the sofa, immediately grabbing a blanket and wrapping her head in it.

Under the blanket, her heart continued to race. Vera closed her eyes, trying to calm herself. 'I've been kissed before, it's not like it's the first time. Why am I having such a strong reaction today?' Suddenly, a small voice appeared in Vera's mind.

The small voice whispered in her ear 'Last time he kissed you, he was drunk, and only you knew about it, so it wasn't awkward. But just now, you both looked at each other and he kissed you on the lips. How shy!' Vera started chatting with the small voice, 'If anyone should feel awkward, it should be him. I knew we were going to kiss last night.'

The small voice shook its head. 'This man may have been with countless women, he's already an expert in this field.'

'That's not true at all. He and Emma are not in a romantic relationship.'

'I didn't say his woman was Emma.'

The two argued constantly in Vera's minds.

The man on the bed unknowingly walked to the sofa.

Vera felt the man's presence and tensed up.

She saw a shadow bend down through the thin blanket, and the next moment, her body was lifted again.

This time, she was carried along with the blanket.

Vera's heart was pounding as if there were thousands of horses running, and she found herself back on the bed.

Patrick pulled up the blanket, revealing her head.

Vera held the blanket tightly and refused to let go, unable to face Patrick.

"Get a big blanket and put this small one on the sofa," Patrick said.

'Of course, the kiss just now didn't feel awkward to this man at all. It seems he has indeed been with many women,' Vera thought to herself. She refused, "No, thanks."

Patrick looked at his wife, who was curled up. His Adam's apple bobbed up and down as he reached under her and pulled the blanket from beneath her.

"Hey!" Vera's face emerged from the stolen blanket. She glared at Patrick angrily.

Patrick wasn't angry, instead, he smiled. "Sleep on the bed, it will be more comfortable for you."

"I don't want to."

She rolled off the bed and headed towards the couch.

"If you take one more step, I will acquire the Linister family business," Patrick threatened.

Vera stopped in her tracks and turned around. "Ha, as if you would!"

After saying that, she stuck her tongue out at Patrick and made a face.

Seeing her mischievous expression, Patrick couldn't help but laugh, his eyes filled with indulgence.

Now, even threatening her didn't work anymore.

Patrick patted the spot on the bed. "Come sleep here. If you don't listen, we'll stay here tomorrow." "You stingy person!" Vera complained.

Patrick raised an eyebrow. "Getting used to being a gentleman, experiencing being stingy isn't bad either."

"You're not a gentleman at all. Gentlemen keep their promises, and you never do."

Patrick retorted, "When have I ever broken a promise to you? Didn't I come home according to the first agreement? And according to our second agreement, didn't I buy a house for you to move into, but you haven't met my expectations." "Not sleeping with you is not meeting your expectations. If you were a gentleman, you would have moved out early," Vera argued.

"Since in your eyes I'm not a gentleman, then I'll just continue being stingy. We...won't move anymore." Patrick said, then took off his shoes and lay down where Vera had just been lying.

He reached out and patted the empty space beside him. "Whether we leave or stay tomorrow depends on how you perform tonight."

Vera felt annoyed, this was too much!

She stood still for three minutes, then, without any dignity, walked to the bed barefoot and said, "Not sharing a bed with you doesn't make me uncomfortable at all."

Patrick looked at his wife, his emotions hard to decipher.

This side of him made Vera feel restless.

'Should I get on this bed or not?'

In the end, for the sake of her freedom tomorrow, Vera compromised.

This was Vera's first time sleeping on this bed.

Since their marriage, it was also her first time sharing a bed with Patrick. Only God knew how nervous she was, her heart beating fast as if she had been scared. Under the blanket, she displayed a shy innocence that belonged to young girls. Since getting married, she had always slept on the couch. Now lying on the bed, she felt an impulse to stretch her body in comfort.

Patrick intentionally turned over, startling Vera, causing her to start rolling again, intending to roll off the bed once more.

This time, Patrick quickly grabbed her hand and pulled her back, pressing her beneath him. "Where do you think you're running off to?" "You're pressing on me."

"I'm going to turn off the bedside lamp," Patrick said as he reached out and turned off the orange light, plunging the room into darkness. But the two of them, who were not far apart, could still see each other's faces.

Vera asked, "Can't you ask me to help you turn it off?"

"The light is my responsibility to turn off after I turn it on," Vera pouted and complained softly, "Excuse, you just want to pin me down on the bed."

Patrick was in such a good mood that he laughed. The girl beneath him was softer than the bed itself, and Patrick had no desire to get up.

Vera pushed against him forcefully, "Patrick, we have to move out tomorrow."

As the night grew late, Vera, lying on the comfortable large bed, drifted off to sleep before long.

Outside, the moonlight was bright, casting a cool breeze through the window, causing the leaves to sway gently in the moonlight. The shadows of the trees swayed quietly in the wind, creating a tranquil and peaceful atmosphere. Indoors, the soft orange light cast a gentle halo on the faces of the two, enveloping them in warmth and intimacy.

After Vera fell asleep, Patrick turned on another bedside lamp. He looked at his sleeping wife beside him, but his thoughts drifted to the kiss they had just shared.

Perhaps she didn't know, but he did. That kiss was his cleverly disguised intention, deliberately bringing himself benefits under the guise of coincidence.

Their foreheads touched, and as she lifted her head, he did too, leaning forward to deliberately kiss her lips.

The lingering taste and fragrance from her lips last night still lingered in his mind, but tonight, before he could savor the aroma between her teeth, she pushed him away and shyly escaped.

In the evening, Randall's answers were all correct. But none of them were what Patrick wanted.

What did he want? There wasn't a precise answer.

It seemed that he only had two purposes in mind: to punish Randall for no reason and to bully Vera for no reason.

These two were so close today, not giving him, the husband, any face.

She had fallen asleep, and the wind outside gradually calmed down. Tonight, the stars shone brightly, the flowers in the yard bloomed brilliantly, and the person in his arms felt so soft.