The CEO's Mischievous Little Bride
Chapter 90 Very Wealthy Husband

"Yeah, sure, Warren, if you want Vera, it's fine to take her away today." Shawn had to quickly calm himself down. Vera must leave, otherwise he would be devastated. Vera looked at Shawn on the sickbed. "Shawn, I won't leave you at this critical moment. Patrick and I will take good care of you."

"I don't need it; you can go back and have fun," Shawn replied.

Vera refused to leave, leaving Shawn feeling helpless.

Warren and Brianna, seeing the situation, felt that Vera was accustomed to life in the Olteran family.

Without staying long, they left after a brief visit, using busyness as an excuse.

As they were leaving, Brianna tapped Vera's forehead and said in a pampering tone, "Eat less snacks, you're married now, you're an adult." When Vera went to see her parents off, she coquettishly said to them, "It's not that I want to eat; it's that my husband bought them for me."

Patrick nodded. "I won't let Vera be wronged. She likes snacks, and I'll buy them for her."

Warren and Brianna exchanged glances, unsure of what to say for a moment.

As they left and got back into the car, Brianna asked, "Honey, do you think Vera marrying Patrick means they have developed feelings for each other?" Warren started the car and replied, "Perhaps this is a blessing bestowed upon them by God."

Upstairs, Vera returned hand in hand with Patrick to the ward.

Seeing Vera come back, Shawn felt even more distressed.

At the same time, he thought to himself, 'When I go back, I'll get a hair transplant!'

Since they wouldn't take care of Shawn's meals, when it was lunchtime, Shawn, despite being hungry, stubbornly refused to eat.

Sitting on the bed, he watched Vera on the nearby sofa enjoying her snacks.

The aroma of the spicy potato chips she was eating filled the room.

Shawn swallowed his saliva; the smell was so tempting.

Seeing Shawn's craving, Patrick asked, "Dad, are you hungry?"

"I'm not hungry!" Shawn replied.

Looking at the needle in his hand, Shawn thought, 'This is the last one; I'll endure it until the drip is finished before eating.' Vera also noticed Shawn's craving for the spicy potato chips.

Approaching him with a pack in hand, she said, "Open your mouth; I'll feed you a bite."

Shawn actually opened his mouth. "I'll just have one."

Patrick quickly intercepted Vera. "Vera, he hasn't recovered yet," he said.

Vera looked at Shawn's pallid face and recalled the nurse's advice.

She withdrew her hand. "Shawn, when you're discharged and feeling better, I'll take you out to eat. For now, you can't eat."

Shawn lowered his head, looking unhappy.

He glared at Patrick resentfully, knowing he couldn't eat but still buying so many junk foods for Vera to eat in front of him, teasing him.

Patrick said to Vera, "Vera, you shouldn't eat either."

Seeing a few pieces left, Vera said, "I'll go out to the corridor to finish them, so Shawn won't smell them."

She left with the remaining spicy potato chips.

Inside the room, there were only Shawn and Patrick.

Shawn's stomach growled uncomfortably.

Luckily, only Patrick was present.

Patrick didn't look at Shawn, nor did he ask if he was hungry again. Instead, he went to the end of the bed and opened the gifts Warren and Brianna had brought. Among them was a box of bread. He took out a bag, opened it, and handed it to Shawn. "Use your left hand to eat."

With a needle in his right hand, using a fork and spoon with his left hand was inconvenient, but holding the bread would be easier.

To accompany Shawn, Patrick worried that he might feel uncomfortable, so he also took a piece of bread and ate with Shawn.

The room was quiet; only the sound of their breathing could be heard.

Patrick and Shawn had been at odds for over a decade.

They had never experienced such a peaceful moment before.

When Shawn coughed, Patrick immediately got him some water to help him feel better.

They didn't exchange a word.

Shawn enjoyed the brief tranquility with Patrick.

They didn't argue.

After finishing the bread, Vera returned.

She had a bottle of hot fruit juice in her hand.

She knew Shawn must be hungry, but also that his right hand was inconvenient for eating, so she and Patrick wouldn't feed him. That's why she had to pretend she wasn't hungry. Vera had just made an excuse to go to the corridor to eat.

In fact, she didn't go at all.

Instead, she went straight downstairs.

After all, eating in the corridor would disturb others.

She left the ward, ran to the supermarket outside the hospital, and bought a cup of hot fruit juice for Shawn.

Twisting open the bottle, she handed it to Shawn. "Shawn, have some to warm your stomach. When you finish the drip, let Patrick drive, and we'll go out for lunch. The food in the hospital is terrible."

Looking at the bottle handed to him by Vera, Shawn was touched. "You just went out to buy me juice?"

Vera nodded.

"I also bought myself another pack of spicy potato chips." she chuckled.

Shawn and Patrick knew she was lying.

She clearly went out specifically to buy the juice.

Shawn took a sip, still feeling the bread Patrick had shared with him in his stomach.

His thoughts drifted back to the past, and his eyes unknowingly became moist.

Vera stopped eating snacks and sat on the sofa, holding a cushion, boredly watching Shawn's IV drip.

Patrick saw her uncomfortable posture and stretched out his arms to embrace Vera, letting her lean against his chest.

Vera didn't act coy but leaned closer to Patrick, truly nestling under his arm. "Darling, after Dad finishes the drip, Shall we go to Rustic Hearth Cafe for lunch?"

Patrick smiled faintly. "Are you craving the food there?"

Vera nodded. "But the food there is expensive. I don't want to spend money, but you have money, so you can pay."

Patrick replied, "My money is yours too."

"It's not the same. Although we have joint ownership of property, when you pay, I still feel like I didn't spend money." Patrick indulged. "Alright, I'll pay; you can order whatever you want."

He then asked, "Before you married me, did you not have money?"

As far as he knew, although the Linister Villa wasn't a prominent family, it was considered upper class in Zandonick, and the Linister Group's annual net profit exceeded a billion. If she wanted to eat at Rustic Hearth Cafe, it would be effortless. Vera replied, "I had money, but I was reluctant to spend it on myself. I would have my dad accompany me for a meal. His time was always taken up by other uncles and business partners, always busy with socializing and discussing collaborations, never having time to accompany me. My mom never indulged in extravagance, occasionally she could accompany me once, but it wasn't frequent. Noah wasn't at home, and it would be too awkward for me to go alone, so I rarely went."

Patrick thought to himself, 'I see; Vera is just reluctant to spend her own money but enjoys spending others' money.' Coincidentally, he was very wealthy.