The CEO's Mischievous Little Bride
Chapter 67 Waiting for Him to Return Home at Night

He let out a sigh, then said, "Get lost."

Randall immediately ran off.

He walked out of the study, finally feeling the warmth outside.

"Patrick is too terrifying."

At that moment, Vera opened the door to her bedroom, quietly peeking out to look at the frightened Randall, softly calling out to him, "Over here." Randall turned toward the sound.

He immediately headed toward Vera. "Damn, why did you lie? Why did you tell Uncle Patrick without discussing it with me first?" Vera pulled him into the bedroom, quietly closing the door.

"This morning he pressured me, I didn't have time to discuss with you. Randall, what were you guys talking about just now?" Randall said, "Uncle Patrick and I were at odds..."

Suddenly, the bedroom door opened, and Patrick saw Vera and Randall alone in his bridal chamber, holding hands. His fists clenched. Sensing the situation was bad, Randall didn't finish his sentence and immediately fled.

In their current relationship, he was Vera's ex-boyfriend, and Vera was Patrick's wife.

So, he became Patrick's rival!

Even more terrifying, Patrick was the person he feared the most.

This was bad.

He had cursed Vera for being unreliable more than once.

She knew he was afraid of Patrick, yet she still mentioned his name.

Even if she made up a name, it would have been better than using his name.

Patrick looked extremely unpleasant; even the sound of the door closing was unusually loud.

Vera trembled in fear.

It was strange, he had left in the morning just fine, but after a visit to her house, Patrick had become so indifferent and unpredictable. "Vera, why did you agree to marry me in the first place?"

This was the second time they had discussed this topic after marriage.

The first time they discussed it, they parted ways unhappily. The second time, Patrick needed a clear answer.

Otherwise, when he saw his nephew's ex-girlfriend in his bed, in his arms, under him, and when he kissed her, he felt overwhelmed with guilt.

Thinking of her agreement with Shawn, Vera shook her head stubbornly, refusing to speak.

Patrick said, "Whatever he promised you, I can do the same, and even better. Marriage concerns us for a lifetime; I hope you can tell me everything you know."

Vera bit her tongue. "One should keep his word, I promised my father not to tell you, I can't betray him halfway."

Patrick said, "You should be adaptable. Considering the current situation of the Olteran family, the benefits you will get from listening to me will be greater than what he can offer you."

Facing the suddenly serious Patrick, Vera felt like his changes over these days were like a rollercoaster, making her unable to figure him out.

Patrick then asked, "What did he use to threaten you?"

"You know?" Vera was shocked.

Patrick guessed. "Your family's company?"

Now it was Patrick who guessed it, not her saying it.

Without guilt, Vera nodded. "Your father came to my house to propose to me, insisting that I marry you. If I didn't, it would be like the former flourishing Wallace family. I had no choice, my brother is studying abroad, and the Linister Group is the result of my parents' hard work for over twenty years, so I agreed."

The truth matched Patrick's guess, without saying another word, he turned and left the Olteran family.

He was furious with the arrogant Shawn.

He had married his nephew's girlfriend, and he had developed an addiction to her scent, even considering living with her.

Reality was too ridiculous.

He never cared much about marriage, just getting a wife, it didn't matter to him.

He didn't dislike this girl Vera, she was to his liking, so he decided to try living with her.

If he had known earlier that Randall and Vera were a couple, he wouldn't be in this dilemma now.

However, he couldn't send Vera to Randall.

When Shawn made him marry Vera, he heard her age and unexpectedly said to give her to Randall.

Now, the thought of his wife and his nephew lying in the same bed, maybe even having made love, made him angry.

Patrick even crushed the tall glass in his hand.

Unconsciously, he stayed at Cherry Villa for the whole afternoon.

The sky turned navy blue, then dark.

He was alone at Cherry Villa.

Vera was at home, pacing around with her phone.

Would Patrick come back tonight? Not even a message.

She was waiting for him to return.

Until midnight, Vera was so tired she could barely keep her eyes open, so she called Patrick.

Patrick picked up the phone and upon seeing her number, he answered, "Hello."

"Are you coming back tonight? I've been waiting for you and I'm so tired, if you don't come back, I'll lock the door and go to sleep." Her voice was soft, like a fluffy marshmallow, mixed with weariness and a hint of coquettishness as she spoke to him.

Patrick sat up from the sofa. "You've been waiting for me all this time?"

"Yeah, who else would I be waiting for?"

"Why have you been waiting for me?"

Vera was so tired she was almost unconscious, muttering softly, her voice fading away, her words no longer making sense as they slipped out subconsciously. "If you don't come back, I'll lock the door and you won't be able to come back, Honey, come back quickly, I'm so tired, falling asleep, lock the door when you come back, I won't wait for you anymore."

Then, there was silence on the other end of the phone.

Patrick's Adam's apple rolled as he looked at the shattered glass beside him, listening to the silent call on the phone. After hesitating for three seconds, he got up and took his car keys to head home.

He arrived home at one in the morning.

The door to his bridal chamber was indeed unlocked, so he pushed it open and entered.

Vera was lying on the bed, still on a call, her phone showing the call in progress.

Patrick leaned over, ended the call on her phone, and sat next to her.

Vera turned over, her eyelids lifting slightly as she saw him return.

Comforted, Vera turned over again. "Honey, take off your clothes and go to sleep." After she finished speaking, she fell asleep again.

His mind was in a whirl.

He covered her with a blanket and went to the bathroom.

The next day, Vera woke up to find no one by her side.

Only his pillow showed signs of being slept on.

Vera scratched her head in confusion. "What time did he come back last night?"

She was so tired she couldn't remember; her memory of the previous night only stopped at the phone call to him.

As she walked out of the room, intending to go to the restaurant for a meal, she suddenly heard Randall shouting, "Patrick is a freak! I'm not going! I've never been so humiliated!" Cindy looked conflicted. "But Patrick has already found a teacher for you."

Randall jumped up in the room. "He could let his wife learn. I'm not going, today I'll just die at home, I'm not going to learn."

Vera looked puzzled. "What's wrong with you? Barking so early in the morning."

Randall pointed at Vera, blaming her, "It's all because of what you did, are you happy now? Uncle Patrick is starting to deal with me."

Vera looked puzzled. "What did I do to you?"

Cindy explained on the side, "This morning before Patrick left, he told me he signed Ran up for a class, only later did I find out it was a dance class."

Randall complained, "Mom, be clearer, it's Latin dance!"