The CEO's Mischievous Little Bride
Chapter 63 Randall who lacked of self-awareness

Randall got up, head down, and slunk away from Vera and Patrick's wedding room.

Only Vera and Patrick were in the room.

Patrick was in a good mood for the privileges he would have tonight.

Vera pouted in anger.

Patrick looked at Vera's angry expression, smiled, and reached out to pinch her cheek. "Go tidy up the clothes and put them in the closet. We might have to stay here for a while. I'll come back early to help you pack up. If I come back late, you can go to bed first, no need to wait for me."

Vera frowned, asking Patrick in a soft voice, "Do I still need to go to bed tonight?"

There was no need to move anymore, and she didn't need to be threatened.

Patrick said, "You don't want to sleep with me?"

Vera nodded honestly. "Yes. I feel uncomfortable sleeping with you."

"Last night, you seemed to be sleeping soundly. I didn't feel any discomfort from you."

Thinking about last night made Vera blush; he kissed her and hugged her, making her feel embarrassed.

After instructing Vera, Patrick went to his study.

Vera stuck her tongue out at his back. "I won't sleep with you."

In the study, the room was dark and quite, making people feel under pressure.

When talking to the person in the main seat, you had to deliberately lower your voice and be careful in your actions.

In front of Patrick, there couldn't be any hidden thoughts.

Otherwise, he had ways to deal with people.

"Just now in the room, Vera said something that I need an explanation for."

Randall looked up and met Patrick's gaze.

Patrick saw the wound on his lips, and his eyelids twitched.

No wonder he had been keeping his head down; it turned out his face was injured.

The culprit was Vera.

He awkwardly coughed, estimating that Vera had punched him hard.

"Explain it to me. If your reasons are acceptable, I won't discipline you."

"Uncle Patrick, I don't want you to move out. If you live in the Olteran family, at least I'm here. If you bully Vera, I can protect her. If you force her to do something after moving out, she won't have anyone to help her." Patrick restrained his anger and asked, "How am I bullying her?"

"Last night, in front of me, you... Vera definitely resisted, but you insisted..."

Thinking about last night, even a big boy like Randall felt embarrassed.

After leaving last night, he felt more and more sorry for Vera. Patrick told him to leave, and he left obediently. He let Vera endure Patrick's torment in bed.

He felt he was disloyal; he should have shouldered the responsibility of rescuing Vera.

To keep Vera and Patrick, he had to resort to this plan. Unexpectedly, he got beaten up again.

"We are married; whatever happens between us is normal."

"My parents are what you refer to as a married couple. Your marriage with Vera is abnormal; you both know it. To be blunt, if we were compared, Vera might not even choose you, but me." What he said completely angered Patrick.

He slapped the table with a loud noise.

Randall backed off in fear. "Uncle Patrick, you're being overbearing now, not even allowing me to speak the truth."

"Do you really think Vera would choose you over me? Where do you get your sense of superiority compared to me? Do you think your childishness and boredom would appeal to Vera? Do you think you're handsome with your blond hair, fake tattoos, and pierced ears? Without me, how did you get the title of the Olteran family's young master? If I'm not around, who would give you any face? At the same age, I'm already the president of the company, and you're still living off my money. Do you think she's blind to choose you over me?"

Randall was left speechless by Patrick's words. Yes, Patrick was right.

At the same age, Patrick had already reached a high position in the company and was involved in decision-making. He, on the other hand, hadn't earned a penny yet.

Compared to Patrick, he lacked looks, charm, success, and capability; he really couldn't compare.

"However, I've known Vera since the third grade. We were desk mates, and we've been together day and night for ten years. I understand her better than you, I know her better than you, I can make her happy better than you, and besides, I'm younger than you." Randall's voice grew quieter as he spoke.

Patrick couldn't refute any of Randall's words.

He regretted not investigating thoroughly beforehand; Vera had a deeper relationship with his nephew, Randall, than he had thought.

"Randall, no matter what you say, the reality is in front of you. Regardless of your previous relationship, she is now your aunt. If I hear anything unusual about your relationship with her again, don't blame me for cutting off all your financial resources." "Uncle Patrick!"

Randall was like a newborn baby who hadn't been weaned; without financial resources, he would be left with nothing but to wait for death. "Your behavior now is undoubtedly fascist."

Patrick teased, "So now I'm a fascist? How long has it been since I disciplined you that you dare challenge me?"

Facing Patrick, who provided him with financial resources, Randall dared not argue with him anymore.

He could only endure the humiliation.

Having understood the whole situation, Patrick sent Randall back.

Just as Randall reached the door, Patrick called out, "Wait, when your mom asks about the wound on your lips, remember to say I did it." Randall touched his lips, feeling a sharp pain.

Women truly had no conscience; he tried to do good for Vera, but ended up being hit by her.

He was furious.

In the master bedroom, the heartless Vera had put all her clothes in Patrick's closet, making the spacious closet instantly crowded.

Patrick's shoe collection was mainly black leather shoes.

Suddenly, Vera's white shoes, canvas shoes, high-top sneakers, sandals, pink slippers, high heels were added, creating a stark contrast.

It was as if the vastly different lives of a middle-aged man and a little girl had suddenly collided.

His glass drawer was filled with men's wristwatches, while Vera's contained bracelets, anklets, necklaces, and earrings.

Vera looked at her handiwork, nodding in satisfaction.

The colorful clothes paired with black were simply amazing.

His closet, once seen as serious and formal, now brimmed with vitality with her presence, giving it a refreshing feel.

"All set! Time for bed."

Vera took a thin blanket and went to the sofa.

She lay down in her familiar spot, covering herself with the blanket, leaving a dim bedside lamp for Patrick and closing her eyes to sleep. When Patrick returned, the lump on the sofa made his temples throb.

Randall's words lingered in his ears.

How could Randal think Vera would choose him, a worthless man, over Patrick? His confidence had grown blindly during his trip.

He walked over, forcefully pulling back the blanket covering Vera.

He bent down, picked up the stunned Vera, and carried her to the bed.

"Patrick, it's not appropriate for us to share a bed!" Vera tried to negotiate with Patrick.

Patrick's Adam's apple rolled as he said, "If it were not appropriate for you and your husband to share a bed, who is it appropriate for you to share a bed with?"

He forcefully tucked Vera into bed and then instructed Tom over the phone, "Come to my bedroom and move the sofa out."

"Why?" Tom asked.