The CEO's Mischievous Little Bride
Chapter 100 Patrick's Cat

In the office, Patrick turned up the volume in the elevator to the maximum, the smile on his lips beyond concealment.

His adorable, cat-like wife approached, bringing him lunch while lost in thought.

Patrick's mood was incredibly good.

Even if someone were to tell him at this moment that Olteran Group had gone bankrupt, he might just smile and say, "So be it." The elevator chimed.

Vera glanced at the floor number, knowing she had arrived.

Stepping out of the elevator, she felt the eyes of those around her.

Vera stood still, wondering why everyone was staring at her.

"Mrs. Olteran?" Suddenly, someone called out to Vera.

Vera immediately gestured quietly to the person.

She absolutely couldn't alert Patrick at this moment, or he would know she had taken the private elevator up.

The people in the CEO's office all subconsciously held their breath.

Seeing what Vera was carrying, everyone speculated that she was there to surprise Patrick.

The secretaries nodded in unison, cooperating with Vera to surprise Patrick.

With a smile, Vera skipped to the door of Patrick's office.

She gently knocked on the door.

"Come in."

Patrick's voice, filled with joy.

Vera pushed the door open, revealing a face of calm composure to the charming Patrick in his office chair. "Hi, dear." "Why are you here, did you have a good rest?" Patrick stood up to greet her.

Vera entered the room and closed the door.

Outside, the secretaries whispered among themselves.

"I think Mrs. Olteran seems so gentle this time."

"Yes, I agree. Last time she appeared, scolding Mr. Olteran, I was afraid I'd lose my head if I heard too much."

"Could she be here to apologize? I sense a hint of pleasing Mr. Olteran in her tone."

"It's possible."

Whispers outside the door.

Inside, a warm atmosphere prevailed.

Vera sat on the sofa, placing the lunchbox on the table. "Dear, Tom told me you hadn't eaten, so I brought you lunch. Since I'm already here to bring you food, why don't I just eat with you? Do you mind?" Patrick sat across from her, opening the lunchbox. "Mind what?"

"So you don't mind," Vera replied.

Patrick asked, "How did you come up here?"

Suddenly, Vera hesitated. "I took the crowded elevator; there were so many people."

Patrick looked at her and smiled. "Have you been here long?"

"Sort of. Well, with so many people, and the elevator stopping on every floor, it was quite time-consuming." Vera avoided looking directly into Patrick's eyes.

Patrick was surprised. Why didn't she tell him she took his private elevator?

"Vera, with so many people, why didn't you take my private elevator?"

"What? Could I? I thought I needed your permission to use it."

Patrick looked into Vera's eyes and said seriously, "In this world, only you can enjoy all my rights and privileges without any apology or my consent; everything is yours." "Darling." Vera wanted to confess something.

Patrick continued. "You are my wife."

Vera pursed her lips, feeling guilty for lying earlier.

Patrick handed her a fork and said, "In the future, when you come to see me, don't take the crowded elevator; just come straight up."

Vera nodded.

Patrick didn't expose her lie because he wanted to respect her thoughts. Even though he knew Vera had lied, he chose to believe her. Patrick felt like he was under a spell.

He ate with a smile on his face.

Vera, however, couldn't enjoy her meal, still thinking about the lie she had just told.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. There came Jack's familiar voice. "Patrick."

Vera turned to look at the door.

Patrick set down his utensils and said, "Come in."

Jack entered, carrying many bags of snacks.

"Patrick, didn't your cat come here? I thought you didn't have any pets, so I brought the cat food I bought for my cat in the office for your cat to eat." Jack placed the four bags of snacks on the office floor, then greeted Vera, "Hello, Mrs. Olteran."

Vera nodded at him with a mouthful of cutlery.

Jack looked around for the cute cat. "Patrick, where's your cat?"

Patrick looked at the petite Vera in front of him, with her fluffy hair and delicate body.

He gestured toward Vera. "Here she is."

Vera turned her head and met Patrick's indulgent gaze, her heart skipping a beat. Then she playfully slapped Patrick's arm. "Don't call me your cat." Jack was dumbfounded.

He had no idea that the cat Patrick mentioned was Vera!

He looked down at the four bags of cat food on the floor, lost in thought.

"Take the cat food back with you. My cat is high-class and needs to dine with me. Ordinary cat food isn't suitable for my precious cat." Vera playfully slapped Patrick's arm again. "Honey, don't give me a nickname."

Ignoring the flirtatious banter between Jack and Mrs. Olteran, he hurriedly left the CEO's office with the four bags of cat food. Alone in the room, Vera petulantly set down her fork and stopped eating.

"Dear, why do you keep calling me your cat in front of others? I've told you not to say it publicly. I'm not your pet; I'm your wife." Patrick chuckled.  "Because of you, I've come to like cats."

His words inexplicably lifted her mood.

"Would you consider keeping a cat as a pet?" Vera asked.

Patrick shook his head. "Having you is enough."

"What if I'm not here?"

"Then I won't like cats anymore."

Because of her, Patrick had come to like cats, but this cat was not like the others. If she left, Patrick wouldn't like cats or her anymore. "So, don't leave me, okay?"

For the first time, Patrick said to someone not to leave.

Hearing this, Vera felt a heavy weight in her heart. "Dear, has someone left you before?"

Patrick's Adam's apple rolled, not answering.

He didn't want to lie to Vera, nor did he want to answer the question. He either skipped over it or remained silent.

Vera knew she had touched on a sore spot in his heart.

She quietly moved to sit across from him, picked up her fork, and prepared to eat. "Honey, was the person who left you a woman or a man?" Patrick looked at Vera, who asked the question so cautiously.

Vera understood him so well that with just a glance, she knew the answer.

"I understand."

Vera lowered her head in sadness.

In her heart, she painted a picture of the woman who had once left Patrick.