The CEO's Mischievous Little Bride
Chapter 66 Mr. Olteran's Misunderstanding

On this day, Warren and Brianna also met Randall.

"Randall, so you're Patrick's nephew?"

Their surprised expressions were evident on their faces.

Randall's bruised mouth was clearly visible, and he nodded. "Yes, Uncle Warren, Aunt Brianna."

He deliberately tilted his face to show them the wounds on his mouth.

They exchanged glances, feeling awkward for Vera to beat up Randall again.

Was Randall acquainted with Warren and Brianna?

This puzzled everyone.

What exactly was his relationship with Vera? Even her parents had met him.

Patrick was the most concerned about this issue because he felt that Vera and Randall's relationship was too intimate, so he asked Warren, "Do you know Randall?"

"Yes, we know each other. Since childhood, he often came over to play with Vera during holidays. Every time he was on vacation, we could see him."

Randal thought, 'Uncle Warren, I didn't come to play with Vera; I came to help your lazy daughter with her homework!

Patrick's eyes narrowed.

The relationship between Randall and Vera was extraordinary.

"Does Randall also come to play with Vera often?" Patrick asked.

Brianna thought for a moment and said, "Their relationship is good. Sometimes they go out to play on weekends."

Patrick became even more convinced that their relationship was extraordinary!

He turned his head and looked at Vera, who had been sitting next to him all along.

Similarly, Vera turned her head to meet his gaze.

His cold smile coupled with his gaze, making Vera inexplicably afraid.

No one had ever intimidated her with just a glance, but Patrick was the first.

Her eyes blinked twice quickly. "Honey, what's wrong?"

Patrick said, "When you go back, come to the study with me."

Vera felt guilty even though she hadn't done anything wrong.

Cindy originally came to apologize, but when she found out that Warren and Brianna had no complaints against her, her purpose changed to being a guest. After having lunch at the Linister Villa, Cindy made an excuse about Vincent being busy with work and left.

Vera didn't want to leave so early, so she made an excuse, saying, "I need to pack a few clothes at home. I'll go back by myself tomorrow."

Patrick knew she was avoiding him, so he offered. "I'll help you pack."

Vera shook her head. "No, that's my private room."

Patrick asked, "Your husband isn't allowed in your room?"

Randall, on the side, watched with interest, his eyes shifting back and forth, clearly enjoying the show.

In the end, Vera led Patrick into her pink bedroom.

Patrick made an excuse to help her organize her clothes, and as he did, he sat on the bed and looked around at the decorations.

Vera's bed sheet still had lace trim, and a large portrait photo hung on the wall above the headboard.

It seemed to be taken a couple of years ago, and the person in it hadn't changed much.

The photo was well taken, capturing her lively.

Vera had no intention of tidying up her clothes; she was busy observing what Patrick was doing in her room.

After Patrick had seen enough, he finally turned to Vera's back and asked, "Vera, what's the relationship between you and Randall?" Vera replied, "We were classmates."

Patrick narrowed his eyes. "If you were just classmates, why does he frequently meet your parents?"

Vera hesitated to tell Patrick that Randall had always come to help her with her homework during the holidays.

If she did, would Patrick think she was mistreating his nephew and direct his anger toward her?

Moreover, she had promised Randall not to mention how she had oppressed him in the past to the Olteran family.

Vera thought she had found a good excuse. ;"It's because we often go out together, and over time, he became familiar with my parents." Patrick asked, "Go out? What do you do together?"

Vera mentioned the activities she often did with Mia. "We watch movies together, have coffee, go shopping, eat delicious food, and even travel together."

"You travel together too?!" Patrick was visibly unsettled. "Where do you stay?"

"We live together, no, we live separately!" Vera thought she was talking about Mia, but then she realized she was referring to Randall, and of course, they couldn't sleep together. Patrick walked up to Vera and asked, "Vera, what's the real relationship between you two?"

They had done everything that a couple would do! How could she still claim they were just friends?

Patrick clenched his fits, his gaze fixed on the evasive Vera.

Whenever Vera lied, she couldn't meet anyone's eyes. She avoided Patrick's gaze and said, "We really are just friends."

Patrick couldn't get any answers from Vera, so he shifted his focus to Randall.

"Five minutes to pack up; I'll be waiting downstairs." Patrick gave Vera a cold command, his tone unfriendly.

After he left, Vera finally calmed down, murmured, "So scary."

She could already imagine how tumultuous her life in the Olteran family would be if they found out about her past oppression of Randall.

She absolutely couldn't tell them.

Five minutes later, she appeared in the car on time.

She glanced at Patrick and noticed that he had been in a bad mood the whole time.

Vera didn't dare to speak, and the journey back home was silent.

After arriving home, Patrick went inside and ordered Randall, who was lounging comfortably on the sofa.

"Go to my study."

Randall thought, 'What did I do wrong, Uncle Patrick?'

Patrick didn't say a word but glared fiercely at Randall, indicating that he should go to the study and wait for him. After a moment, Randall walked up.

He closed the door and stood obediently in front of Patrick, waiting for his criticism.

Patrick asked him, "What was your relationship with Vera back then?"

Randall was extremely puzzled.

He inwardly complained, 'I was her lackey, obeying her commands to help her with tasks. If this fact were revealed, it would damage my image. I can't let Patrick know.' "We were just classmates, friends."

Very well, Randall was handling it this way again.

Patrick narrowed his eyes and asked, "Did you two also date?"

"What?" Randall was shocked.

He and Vera had dated? How could he like this tyrannosaurus?

This time he had saved Vera righteously, but righteousness didn't necessarily mean love; it could also be friendship.

"Who told you that?" Randall asked.

Patrick was angry. "Besides her, who else would tell me about this?"

Randall thought, 'Vera, you rejected Uncle Patrick, so why drag me into being your ex-boyfriend!'

He mistakenly believed that when Patrick was professing his love to Vera, she made up a story about loving him and even dating him to reject Patrick, who was as domineering as an king.

'No wonder Patrick came home in a rage. So it was because he couldn't win her love. I wonder what special qualities Vera has that make him admire her.' Randall thought.

Patrick demanded, "Answer me!"

Randall thought, 'Well, let me save her one more time.'

"Yes. We have dated before." Randall admitted this relationship generously.

However, as soon as he finished speaking, he felt the temperature around him drop sharply. He cautiously raised his eyes and glanced at Patrick sitting in the chair, his brows sharp, his eyes seemingly able to shoot out icy blades. Under his gaze, Randall was so scared that he wanted to kneel down and beg Patrick for mercy.

Patrick, accustomed to strategizing, suddenly learned that his wife and nephew had a past relationship, shattering his sense of control.

The fact that his wife, whom he had married, had emotional entanglements with his only nephew was beyond his control.

No wonder she had been smiling happily since Randall returned.

No wonder they ran out laughing as soon as they met.

No wonder Randall had put in so much effort to keep Vera in the Olteran family.

So, this was the kind of relationship they had.