The CEO's Mischievous Little Bride
Chapter 55 The Overbearing Husband

Randall nodded. "I overheard my grandpa talking about it. Shh, don't tell anyone. I only told you because you are his daughter-in-law."

Vera nodded. "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone such an important secret."

They leaned their heads together and spoke quietly, while the man behind them stood under the scorching sun, hands in his pockets, watching them.

"...Um, Vera, don't tell my family about the three times you knocked me down."

"Don't worry, I'll save you some face. And, if I tell your family, your mom might kill me."

Vera tiptoed and patted Randall's shoulder. "Who would have thought? Your uncle turned out to be Patrick Olteran. I knew you are the offspring of officials, but I didn't expect you are also from a wealthy family." "You still haven't told me why you married my uncle."

"That's a good question. Actually, I want to know why I married Patrick too."

"Only your grandpa knows the real reason behind this ridiculous marriage. But he won't say."

A small black house in the backyard caught Vera's interest. "Hey, look over there. There's a small cabin. Have you been inside?"

"I have. That cabin was specially built for me by Uncle Patrick."

Vera asked, "So, those vertical lines on the wall, did you draw them?"

"Are you implying that you've been inside?"

Both of them were surprised simultaneously.

"It was me."

"Yeah."

The two suddenly felt a sense of finding a comrade. Vera and Randall shook hands. "So, Vera, you just married into our family. How did you end up here?" Randall asked curiously.

'It's usually because someone has committed an unforgivable mistake to be thrown here. How could like Vera who just married into Olteran be punished?'

"You don't know. My mom and I have had countless arguments and even fights," Vera said.

"Thank you for showing mercy to my mom."

"You are welcome. I really didn't expect that Cindy was your mom. I'm moving out this afternoon, so I won't have any conflicts with your mom anymore," Vera replied. Randall asked curiously, "Why did you argue with my mom? I know her personality very well, she values her reputation so much that she wouldn't have conflicts with you." "It's a long story, and I only figured out the key points last night."

Randall looked at Uncle Patrick standing in the sun and couldn't believe it. He rubbed his eyes and took a closer look. It really was his Uncle Patrick. "Vera, why is Uncle Patrick standing in the sun watching us?" Vera turned around and raised her hand to cover her forehead, squinting her eyes at her husband. She said, "I guess he's sunbathing, trying to get some vitamin D." "You make sense."

Patrick couldn't bear it anymore. He reached into his pocket and approached them with an aggressive posture. Despite the hot summer, both of them felt a chill.

They stood obediently, as if waiting for a drill sergeant's reprimand.

Patrick walked towards them with a serious expression and an unfriendly tone. "Isn't sunbathing overseas enough for you? You still have to come out and sunbathe when you're at home?"

"Uncle Patrick, aren't you also sunbathing to absorb vitamin D?"

Patrick looked at Vera and said, "And you, pay attention to your boundaries. He is your nephew."

The two desk mates remained silent, unsure of how to respond.

After speaking, Patrick held Vera's hand and left the backyard.

Being suddenly pulled, Vera almost stumbled, and Patrick quickly supported her, saying, "Open your eyes wide and watch the road."

"Okay"

As she was being pulled away, Vera turned her head and mouthed to Randall, "Your Uncle Patrick is angry."

Randall mouthed back, "I know."

Feeling the interaction between Randall and Vera, Patrick pulled even harder.

"Oh no!" Vera staggered again, and Patrick immediately grabbed her waist and pushed her forward.

They arrived at the dining area just in time for lunch.

Patrick didn't want to stay for even a moment longer. It wasn't a good thing that Vera was so familiar with his troublesome nephew, and he said, "Let's not eat at home, let's go straight to where we're staying." Shawn spoke up, "What's the rush? Ran just got back, we're having a family reunion lunch today and you two are not allowed to leave."

Vera was closest to Patrick, so even though she sensed something was off, she dared not speak.

Before long, Randall walked into the restaurant casually and sat at his own seat.

He didn't try to keep Patrick from leaving with any words.

Because even if he tried to convince him to stay, everyone knew it would be insincere.

Randall picked up his fork to prepare for the meal, and his mother's attention was drawn to the tattoo on his right thumb.

Cindy pointed at Randall's hand and asked, "Ran, what's this? How did you become a bad boy?"

"Mom, tattoos don't mean I'm a bad boy." Randall explained.

Cindy looked at Patrick and said, "Patrick, please talk to Randall. He won't listen to us."

That was the situation with the Olteran family. Every time Patrick returned to the Olteran Manor, he was usually busy taking care of his nephews. Patrick saw Randall's gaze and quickly hid his hand behind his back. "Uncle Patrick, I'm already an adult now. You said when I turned eighteen..."

"Don't let me see that tattoo on your hand. Either chop off the hand or remove the tattoo," Patrick said firmly.

Randall looked at Vera with a mournful expression, hoping his new aunt and former desk mate could speak up for him.

But Vera was puzzled. "Why are you looking at me? It wasn't me who said you should chop off your hand. Your uncle did."

Patrick said firmly, "Three minutes. If that tattoo is still there, I'll find someone to help you."

"Please, just give me a minute," Randall said with a frustrated face. When he came out of the restroom, his hand was clean and there were no traces of the "tattoo" at all.

Vera suddenly realized, "So it was a temporary tattoo!"

Randall didn't dare to get a real tattoo. But to satisfy his desire, he spent a lot of money on a realistic temporary tattoo and stuck it on his hand.

He even bought a ring to match that fake tattoo.

Shawn also started criticizing Randall's appearance, saying, "A boy wearing earrings looks effeminate, take it off."

"Grandpa, this is called fashion, leading the trend, young people are all like this," Randall argued.

Shawn said, "Patrick."

Patrick looked disdainfully at Randall, saying nothing.

"Uncle Patrick, I am already twenty years old. You said you wouldn't interfere with my affairs once I turned eighteen," Randall finally tried to resist. Patrick coldly looked at his nephew, "Do you want me to repeat myself?"

Randall dared not resist and obediently took off his earring.

Shawn said with satisfaction, "Now you look like a student."

Vincent couldn't stand Randall always dyeing his hair in various colors. "Dye your hair back to its original color,"

Randall instinctively looked at Patrick.

Vera also turned to look at Patrick.

In Vera's mind: 'Patrick is quite remarkable. With just a few words and a glance, he can easily handle Randall's affairs, which truly impresses me.' Patrick asked Randall, "Do you want me to say it a third time?"

Randall tugged at his hair, "Uncle Patrick, this hair is real. Even if I dye it back to its original color, I still need to go to the hair salon. Can I do it after the meal?"