The CEO's Mischievous Little Bride
Chapter 23 Staying Overnight in the Marital Bedroom

Tom said, "I'll go check right away."

That night, no one in the Olteran Manor had dinner.

Vera's stomach growled with hunger, but she understood that if she were to go downstairs to find something to eat, she would definitely be verbally attacked by others. So Vera decided to wait until tomorrow to eat. She laid out the couch, using a blanket as a cover and a cushion as a pillow.

All of her clothes were in the trunk. When Vera needed to change clothes, she would flip the trunk over, take out the clothes to change into, and then fold the trunk back up and place it in the corner. She had never used the dressing room.

After changing into her pajamas, Vera put the clothes she would wear the next day on the table, preparing to lie down and go to sleep.

Suddenly, the door opened.

She instantly sat up from the sofa and looked vigilantly at the door.

"Patrick! Why are you back tonight?"

The person who came in was the other owner of the room, Patrick.

Since their marriage, he had never stayed overnight in the room, so he must have come back tonight to change his clothes. Usually, Patrick would come to this room to change his clothes. With this thought, Vera's vigilance disappeared.

She lay back on the sofa, ready to sleep.

Patrick looked at her with surprise and then looked at the soft and large bed.

"You've been sleeping on the sofa?

Vera said, "Yes, what's the matter?"

Patrick was very surprised. Was she dumb to sleep on the sofa instead of the bed?

He had never noticed that Vera was such a foolish person when they interacted before.

Patrick walked to a separate sofa and looked at the girl lying on the long sofa, asking, "Why don't you sleep on the bed?"

Vera was lying on the sofa. She looked up at the man sitting on the sofa with a proud look.

"We had an unpleasant quarrel on our wedding night. If I sleep on the bed again and squeeze you onto the sofa, won't you hate me enough to throw me out of the third floor?" "I didn't realize you were afraid of me."

Vera said, "I'm not afraid of you."

"Then why are you afraid that I would throw you off the third floor?" Patrick, who was usually arrogant, was surprisingly puzzled.

"I'm not afraid of you, but I'm afraid that I would break my arms and legs." If she were thrown from the third floor, even if she didn't die, she would be disabled. And a fracture could be painful, too.

Suddenly, Vera laughed and climbed up from the sofa, holding her own "pillow" and smiled at Patrick.

"Patrick, does the meaning and tone of your words imply that you won't be staying here at night anymore?"

"You are simply fantasizing."

Vera pouted. "I don't believe you will come back and sleep in the same room with me. How would you explain it to Emma?"

Patrick was speechless.

Patrick had originally wanted to tell Vera that he had no relationship with Emma. Suddenly, he felt that there was no need to tell her about this matter.

He believed that if there was no necessary reason, he wouldn't explain.

Patrick got up and walked to the bedside, took off his watch, and then went to the dressing room to get his pajamas and go to the bathroom.

Vera listened to the sound and leaned against the back of the sofa, watching the man's figure move, and asked, "You're not really going to sleep here, right?" Patrick glanced at her and didn't answer her question, but went straight to the bathroom.

Vera watched him leave and said, "It's all my fault, why did I provoke him? He's not leaving tonight!"

That night, Patrick indeed did not leave.

He took a shower. Vera watched him blow-dry his hair. After blow-drying his hair, Patrick went out for a while.

Vera patted her own heart, grateful. "Thank goodness he didn't stay to sleep."

But in less than two minutes, Patrick returned.

Vera watched as he held a foreign book in his hand, then observed Patrick's movements. She saw him walk straight to the bed, lift the covers, sit on the bed, and slip under the covers.