The CEO's Mischievous Little Bride
Chapter 68 You Owe Me Ice Cream

Vera looked up and down at the six-foot-tall Randall. Was he going to learn Latin dance?

She couldn't help but laugh. "Why would you go learn Latin dance?"

Randall pointed at her. "You're still laughing. If it weren't for you, would I have to do this?"

Vera innocently asked, "What does it have to do with me?"

Randall dragged her away, leaving the living room and heading to the lawn outside, where he then recounted what happened yesterday. "Tell Uncle Patrick that I'm your ex-boyfriend," Randall said.

Vera replied, "I must be blind to have considered you as an ex-boyfriend. Who would believe that?"

"It's true. Uncle Patrick said that to me, and then I admitted that we had a relationship," Randall explained.

After thinking about yesterday's events, Vera shook her head and even swore, "I swear if I said such a thing, I'll be your lackey for life."

"Damn, you dare make such a vow. So what did you say to Uncle Patrick yesterday?" Randall inquired.

Vera recalled, saying, "Yesterday he asked about our relationship, and I promised you, so of course I wouldn't say you used to be my lackey. I told him about my relationship with Mia, like watching movies, having coffee, shopping, etc., and then Patrick gave me five minutes to fix my clothes, and that was it."

"Gone?" Randall questioned.

"Yeah, gone. And then on our way back home, we didn't say a word," Vera confirmed.

Randall, puzzled, scratched his head. "Yeah, that does sound straightforward."

Vera nodded. "Exactly, it sounds totally fine, but why did Patrick suddenly say that to you?"

After a moment, Randall suddenly realized. "I get it; Uncle Patrick deliberately deceived me. He thinks we're having an affair, that I'm your lover."

"Don't disgust me; only a blind person would fall for you."

"I also think my eyesight is fine; how could I fall for you? What was he thinking?" Randall pondered.

Once they identified the crux of the matter, the lie was exposed in an instant.

Relying on Vera's hope, Randall said, "Considering I've served you for ten years, help me explain the misunderstanding to Uncle Patrick and spare me from learning Latin dance." Vera, with a mischievous glint in her eye, replied, "Let's talk about that later."

In the afternoon, Tom forcibly took Randall to the Latin dance class.

Vera was feeling bored, so she followed to watch Randall learn.

In a classroom with 20 students, 19 were female, and one was male.

While others bent down effortlessly, when it came to Randall, Vera could hear screams from outside the classroom. "Ah, my back, it's broken, my bones are shattered, oh!" Quickly grabbing her phone, Vera recorded the scene and sent it to her good friend Mia.

[Mia, you probably can't guess what relationship I have with Randall now.]

[What? Isn't he always your lackey?] Mia replied.

[Randall is Patrick's nephew; you didn't know; he's a typical heir of a wealthy family.]

[Damn! Isn't Randall your nephew now?] Mia sat up in surprise.

Vera sent an emoji and said, [Yes, I've jumped from being his boss to his aunt.]

Then she sent another message, [Look, the only male in the dance class is Randall. Patrick asked him to learn Latin dance.]

Mia was extremely puzzled.

What had happened in the Olteran family? She was curious.

Inside, Randall was sweating in pain, while outside, Vera was laughing heartily; their roles completely reversed.

In the afternoon, Patrick returned home from work.

Under the roof of the Olteran family, a pair of people sat side by side, which seemed ironic in Patrick's eyes.

Vera and Randall sat together, avoiding the sun, each holding an ice cream cone.

Not sensing any hostility, Randall said to Vera, "I treated you to ice cream; you have to help me make it happen." Vera asked, "What if he doesn't listen to me?"

"You're the woman he likes now, use a little charm, and Uncle Patrick will listen to you," Randall suggested.

With a twitch of her mouth, Vera replied, "Patrick likes me? That's the biggest joke I've heard this year."

Randall continued. "If Uncle Patrick isn't interested in you, he wouldn't marry you."

"Have you ever thought that he might have been threatened by my grandfather to marry me?" Vera retorted.

Randall confidently stated, "No one in this world can threaten Uncle Patrick."

Skeptical, Vera rolled her eyes and took a bite of her ice cream. "I promise to help you, but I can't guarantee the outcome." "Okay."

They sat down, reaching an agreement.

A Rolls-Royce Ghost parked in front of them, still emanating heat from the engine, and as it turned off, they caught a whiff of the exhaust.

Patrick, with a stern expression, got out of the car, and they both looked up at him.

"What are you two doing sitting here?" Patrick asked.

Vera replied, "Waiting for you to finish work."

Randall added, "Keeping her company while waiting for you to finish work."

Bending down, Patrick grabbed Vera, glaring at her. ;"Throw away the ice cream."

Looking at the half-eaten ice cream in her hand, Vera took another bite. "No." Patrick snatched the box from her hand and tossed it into the trash.

He had overheard their conversation, and that ice cream was bought by Randall for her.

Jealousy flared up in Patrick, the ice cream became a casualty, Vera was angry, and Randall was at a loss.

Back in the bedroom, Vera's face was dark, her eyes burning with anger.

She looked at Patrick. "Patrick, you owe me ice cream."

Patrick tossed his phone to Vera, saying coldly, "Contact Jack yourself."

When Vera was angry, she seemed like a balloon, inflating herself with anger, looking cute in Patrick's eyes.

"It's your debt, why should I contact him?" Vera retorted.

Patrick didn't bother arguing with her and dialed Jack's number on his phone. "Buy an ice cream and have it delivered." Jack was shocked!

Patrick wanted ice cream?

He dared to ask, "Mr. Olteran, what flavor would you like?"

Patrick frowned, ice cream came in flavors? Glancing at Vera, who was still mad at him, he asked, "What flavors do they have?"

"Many! Original, vanilla, matcha, strawberry, mix and match..." Jack listed.

Patrick listened attentively but didn't bother repeating, "Buy them all and have them delivered."

Jack was dumbfounded once again.

It seemed like he had just heard a woman's voice.

The one eating ice cream must be Patrick's wife.

Patrick was so doting on his wife!

Jack immediately went to make the purchase.

Pouting, Vera looked at Patrick. "Why did you throw away my ice cream and now want to buy me a new one?"

"I found that ice cream unsightly." Patrick took a step closer, nearing Vera.

Pointing at Vera's head, Patrick emphasized, "Stay away from Randall; you're his aunt."

"Okay, got it."

"You know, yet you're still eating the ice cream he bought for you?" Patrick hit the nail on the head.