The CEO's Mischievous Little Bride

Vera wanted to tell Patrick not to hug her, his body was like a furnace, and she was sweating even after taking a shower. However, Patrick said, "If you're hot, take off your clothes."

"Forget about it."

Patrick chuckled lightly; he opened the blanket a bit to let in some cool air. Letting go of her? That was impossible. He was slowly breaking down Vera's defenses.

From sleeping on the sofa to sleeping on the bed, then from the edge of the bed into his arms, it only took him a few days.

At this rate of progress, their relationship would definitely move forward in the short term.

When a wolf ate a rabbit, it first observed, then lured the rabbit step by step.

Vera could feel Patrick's all movements, such as he closed his eyes, smiled, and even his Adam's apple moving up and down.

She blushed, feeling uneasy about his behavior.

Tonight, her heart was warmed by him, and the thought of it made her unable to hide her smile.

So, she moved closer to Patrick.

Patrick noticed Vera getting closer to him again, so he hugged her tighter.

Patrick was a reserved person, he didn't know how to like someone, or what it felt like to like someone. He only knew one feeling, possession.

He was forced to marry a young girl, and he was repulsed by it.

He even thought about humiliating her, thinking Vera was cunning and scheming.

Later, he realized he was wrong. Vera wasn't cunning; she was just infuriating.

He remembered how she deliberately teased him by calling him "Uncle Patrick". After holding a high position for many years, his father and elder brother would measure their words when speaking to him, it had been a long time since anyone had made him angry.

Vera's teasing angered him. He lost his temper and scolded her.

Later, he witnessed the unrest in the house firsthand.

They argued, neither giving in to the other.

They fought, neither holding back.

Vera was straightforward; she would scold him.

He was stubborn, wanting to fight.

And sometimes, Vera was soft, calling him "honey" like a little cat.

How powerful could words be? It was only when she softly called him "honey" that his heart would tremble for a moment, then he would walk away as if nothing had happened, even ignoring her coldly.

She was also obedient; she didn't bother him.

She was as chatty as a magpie, going on and on about various topics.

Sometimes, she was sensible.

Her scent was also pleasant.

When did he start wanting to possess her in his mind?

It seemed like her fragrance had been permeating his senses all along.

Patrick discovered that Vera had a natural scent.

He hugged her, pressed her, embraced her, and kissed her. Vera's physique was gentle, reminiscent of cotton candy.. Fragrant, with a scent that was intoxicating.

He didn't have high expectations for marriage, but after some time, he found that Vera was simple, with no ulterior motives, all her thoughts were written on her face. Even her shyness was charming at times. He thought, Vera was beautiful, her smile made him comfortable, she wasn't annoying, if he had to choose someone to spend his life with, it would be her.

At this moment, Randall returned.

A series of events that happened when Randall returned made Patrick more determined to win Vera's heart.

To sever the connection between Randall and Vera, he almost sent Randall abroad.

Later, he found out it was a misunderstanding.

Vera belonged to him.

The endearment was also for him.

Everything was going perfectly.

Today, when he saw her, she looked at him with teary eyes. There was worry, self-blame, and grievance in her eyes.

He had a stern expression, not because he was annoyed by her appearance, but because he felt uncomfortable to see her cry, which made him uneasy.

Should he comfort her?

When did the high and mighty Patrick ever speak softly to comfort someone? He wouldn't.

But he would find a way to make Vera feel better.

Look, he succeeded.

Vera took the initiative to hug him in the study.

At night, when he embraced her, she didn't resist at all.

Patrick lowered his head and looked at Vera, whose eyelashes fluttered.

"Aren't you going to sleep yet?"

Vera was lost in thought.

What she was thinking about was different from what Patrick was thinking. "Honey, should we go see Dad tomorrow and bring up the fact that he secretly ate ice cream today? Dad definitely doesn't want us to know, if we go and directly mention it, he'll feel ashamed. He's in his seventies, it's embarrassing for him to admit it. How about we pretend we don't know? And you shouldn't scold Dad either."

Patrick didn't think so much.

"I don't care about his affairs. If you want to say it tomorrow, go ahead. If you don't want to, then ignore him."

Vera looked up at Patrick, who was insincere. Her eyes were full of smiles, and she sweetly said, "No, honey, you do care about Dad in your heart." "How did you figure that out?"

Vera lay on the bed, snuggled up to Patrick's side. Her hands were idle, and she absentmindedly started playing with his left arm that she had just been resting on. As she played with his arm, she analyzed him. "Because I called you to tell you that Dad was hospitalized. You were clearly busy with something important at the time, but you still rushed to the hospital."

Patrick chuckled, asking, "How do you know I was busy with something important and not just drinking? And how do you know I was worried about him being hospitalized and not about you crying and calling me?"

As they chatted, his arm bent, his left palm resting on Vera's shoulder, rubbing it, he pulled off her shoulder strap and put it back on for her. Vera was so engrossed in talking that she ignored his hand on her shoulder.

"Because Dad and Vincent said you were going to have a very important discussion with Uncle Jackson tonight about the company's expansion. Dad and Vincent both said it was important, so it must be very important. As for your second question, I think you definitely heard me crying, mistakenly thought I was causing trouble for you at home again, but then you heard about Dad being hospitalized, you became even more worried, and hurried to the hospital. If you didn't care about Dad, you wouldn't have gone to see him when you found out he was hospitalized. When you got to the hospital and saw Dad lying on the hospital bed, you frowned. You were clearly worried but conveyed an impatient feeling to others."

Patrick's hand caressed Vera's shoulder, then stopped. He looked at her, thinking that she was the first one who understood him so well.

"Vera, what else have you discovered about me?"

Vera pouted. "Should I say everything?"

Vera nodded. "Say it all."

It had been a long time since someone understood him so well.

He wanted to listen.