The CEO's Mischievous Little Bride
Chapter 435 The Wronged Vera

Vera felt the tears welling up again, her breath hitching before the tears fully broke through. At the sound of her stifled sobs, Patrick knew she was crying once more.

He looked up, seeing her eyes red and puffy. "Hold it together. No more tears."

Vera felt wronged; she wasn't even allowed to cry.

Patrick, feeling sorry for her, pressed her instep gently, leaving a small dent.

He asked, "Does it hurt when you walk?"

Vera nodded.

Patrick stood up and asked, "Is there anywhere else you feel uncomfortable?"

Vera started to complain, "My stomach hurts, my gums are bleeding, and I had nightmares last night. At night, I can't cover myself with the blanket if I prop my legs up. If I cover myself, I can't prop my legs up. The pillow is too low, and it's uncomfortable to prop my legs up." As Vera spoke, she gradually ignored Patrick. She was clearly being pampered, but by the end, it seemed like she had a point.

Patrick, usually so composed, couldn't help but chuckle at her last remark.

When they slept in the bed at the Olteran Manor, his legs were Vera's support. She was used to sleeping with her legs on his. Now that Vera was at her parents' home and she had no place to prop her legs, she was indeed quite aggrieved. Patrick teased, "One day without seeing me, and you have so many ailments?"

Vera lowered her head dejectedly. "Honey, do you think I'm being too delicate?"

Knowing he couldn't intimidate her anymore, Patrick softened his approach and gently pinched her nose with a fond smile.

"Maybe a little," he said. After a couple of seconds, he added, "But I like it."

Vera looked up, her eyes meeting his, seeing nothing but affection.

Feeling a lump in her throat, Vera suddenly threw herself into Patrick's arms.

Brianna had been waiting downstairs for over ten minutes when they finally came out of the bedroom.

It seemed their talk went well.

Downstairs, Patrick said to Brianna, "Mom, Vera said she's not feeling well. I'm taking her to the hospital for a check-up." "Is she faking it?"

For a moment, Vera felt she understood Randall.

Patrick glanced at Vera and chuckled, "Not really."

Vera leaned closer to Patrick's side, feeling reassured that someone believed her.

At the hospital, after hearing Vera's symptoms, the doctor gave some advice and let Patrick take her home.

"Which home are you going to?"

Vera replied, "My parents' home."

As Patrick drove out of the hospital, he continued to scrutinize Vera's diet and routine. "I never heard you complain about your teeth before. Why are they suddenly bleeding?"

"I don't know the reason either."

Pregnant women often went to the dentist before they even conceived. She wasn't aware of her pregnancy until it was well underway, so she missed a lot of check-ups. The gum bleeding took her by surprise, though thankfully it wasn't severe. Back at the Linister Manor, Patrick became Vera's personal attendant again. While she used the medication to rinse her mouth, Patrick stood beside her, holding the mouthwash and taking good care of her.

Patrick said, "Tomorrow, I'll have someone get you the softest toothbrush. All the old toothbrushes at home should be thrown away. Don't forget the doctor's advice to rinse your mouth after meals. No slacking off." Vera took the mouthwash, tilted her head back, and poured it into her mouth. Her cheeks puffed up, making her look even cuter with her chubby face. She mumbled a couple of responses, indicating she understood. "You need to supplement with vitamin C. Don't secretly pour out the juice I make for you."

Vera was still rinsing her mouth and nodded again, looking at herself and Patrick in the mirror.

Patrick reminded, "You've rinsed long enough; you can spit it out now."

Vera bent over the sink and spat out the mouthwash. Turning on the faucet, she said, "Honey, I need to switch to a new toothpaste too."

"Okay."

Brianna, seeing the results of the check-up, was visibly concerned. "You didn't mention feeling unwell yesterday. How come you only started feeling sick after seeing Patrick?"

Vera, with a freshly cleaned mouth and feeling chatty, explained, "I noticed a bit of an odd taste in my mouth yesterday, but didn't realize it was bleeding until this morning when I brushed my teeth." "Then why does your stomach hurt?" Brianna asked again, "Is the baby okay?"

Vera reassured Brianna, "I'm fine, and so is the baby. Don't worry."

Patrick was more concerned about Vera's nightmares. He wondered if they were related to his punishment.

Vera said, "Honey, I dreamt of a golden snake circling around me, trying to eat me. I stood still, crying in fear, but the snake flew up into the sky to scare me. Its head was taller than me." Patrick raised an eyebrow. "Snakes can fly in the sky?"

Brianna said, "You fool. Your dream has a meaning. You're having a son."

Vera was speechless.

Patrick looked at Brianna, also very curious. He thought, 'Dopregnancy dreams have meanings?'

Brianna said, "When I was pregnant with Vera, I dreamt of fish in the water, some even jumping out. I stood still. The elders said my first child would be a daughter, and it turned out to be true. "When I was pregnant with Noah, I often dreamt of a snake playing in the water and even flying in the sky. The prediction of a son came true once again."

Vera asked, "Mom, when you had those dreams, did the snake scare you?" "No."

Vera frowned, placing her hand on her stomach. "Why did it scare me then?"

Brianna said, "Maybe your son'll be rebellious in the future."

Vera pouted, "Then I don't want to have him."

Brianna raised her hand and lightly slapped Vera's shoulder. "Don't talk nonsense."

Patrick also thought about the scenes he had dreamt of many times. As a staunch atheist, he found this intriguing. "Mom, since Vera got pregnant, I've often dreamt of clear mountains and water, dense forests. Does that count as a meaning, too?"

Vera immediately looked at Patrick curiously. "Why didn't you tell me?"

Patrick hadn't thought much of it before, but the conversation today brought it to mind.

Strangely, he had never dreamt of such detailed dreams, such realistic scenes. The world in his dreams was peaceful.

Brianna thought for a moment. "When I was pregnant with Vera, Warren dreamt of a dove of peace. When I was pregnant with Noah, he dreamt of a sea turtle." Hearing this, Vera burst into laughter.

With things patched up between her and Patrick, her mood lightened, and she laughed with genuine happiness.

Patrick joined in, his laughter blending with hers.

Brianna also laughed, "Dreams are unpredictable."

That evening, when Warren returned home and saw Patrick was present and things were back on track between him and Vera, Warren pretended nothing had changed. He resumed interacting with Patrick as if everything was normal.

He pretended not to know anything and interacted with Patrick as usual.

Vera was happy and ate a lot at dinner. Later, seeing her indulge so much, Patrick couldn't help but take a more assertive approach.