The CEO's Mischievous Little Bride
Chapter 91 Patrick's Wife's Exclusive Account

Patrick was straightforward. "Whatever you want to do in the future, go ahead and do it. If you feel reluctant to spend your own money, just keep the receipts, and I'll reimburse you when we get home." "Really?" Vera lifted her head from Patrick's embrace, her eyes filled with surprise as she sought confirmation from him.

Patrick nodded and pulled Vera back into his arms. "We'll open a new account for the company."

"What kind of account?"

"My wife's exclusive account."

After Patrick spoke, Vera shyly nestled in his arms, hiding her face.

Shawn, the poor patient who had to witness their affection, regretted it for a moment. Why did he facilitate this relationship and make them flaunt it in front of him?

Initially, both of them were unwilling to get married to each other, but it was his ultimatum that eventually brought them together.

Now, they were displaying their affection right under his nose, completely disregarding his feelings!

Shawn once again despised this couple.

With the snacks from earlier still in his stomach, Shawn didn't feel as hungry, and the remaining fluids could sustain him until he could eat outside. Half an hour later, the nurse came to remove the needle.

This meant Shawn was also liberated.

After the needle was removed, he promptly ushered the annoying Patrick and Vera out of the hospital room.

"Shawn, why are you pushing us out?" Vera was thrown out of the room, followed by Patrick.

Once the door was closed, Shawn felt much more comfortable.

Without them around, his mood improved significantly.

Ten minutes later, Shawn finally left the room and cleared his throat, saying, "Let's go; we're going to eat."

Vera looked up and noticed that Shawn had changed his clothes and washed his face.

She blinked. "Darling, did we forget to bring water for Shawn to wash his face this morning?"

Patrick remained silent, his Adam's apple bobbing.

After informing the doctor of their whereabouts, the doctor gave some instructions, and Patrick drove Shawn and Vera to Rustic Hearth Cafe.

Upon arriving at Rustic Hearth Cafe, the luxurious entrance brought a smile to Vera's eyes.

"I want to have Shrimp Tempura, Cod Liver, Smoked Salmon, Grilled Lobster Tail, Corn Chowder, and Fried Scallops." Vera listed many dishes even before entering the restaurant.

Patrick listened with a smile throughout. It seemed that Vera was a true foodie.

At the entrance, the restaurant manager had been waiting for a while. "Mr. Olteran, welcome. Why do you come here today?"

"There's a gluttonous cat who was craving the taste here, so we came to try it out," Patrick said, gesturing toward the excited "cat" behind him.

Vera walked up to Patrick, holding onto his arm, pouting. "Where do you get off calling me a cat? You can say it at home, but saying it in public makes me feel embarrassed." Her playful complaint carried a hint of noticeable shyness, which pleased Patrick.

"Alright, I'll save it for home; I'll give you face in public," Patrick said.

Patrick was usually serious in public and never showed a friendly face to anyone. Today, the manager of Rustic Hearth Cafe was lucky enough to witness his rare gentleness.

He was further shocked by Vera's words. Could she really be Patrick's wife?

Marrying Patrick was a big deal, known only to social elites and dignitaries. As a restaurant manager, he naturally wouldn't be included in such circles, but guests who frequented the place would discuss Patrick's marriage in private, so he knew a bit about it.

Seeing the girl today, he couldn't help but take several more glances.

When Patrick noticed other men eyeing Vera, he asked, "Have you seen enough of my wife?"

"Sorry, Mr. Olteran, Mrs. Olteran," the manager quickly apologized.

Patrick turned away coldly, and Shawn, feeling hungry again, snapped. "What are you all standing around the entrance for? If you're not eating, go home."

"Please come in; this way." the manager hurriedly ushered the three of them to their table.

Patrick's appearance immediately attracted the attention of many around them.

The diners here were all people of high status in society, well aware of Patrick's identity.

With Vera constantly by his side, holding onto Patrick's hand, she appeared to be actively pursuing him in the eyes of others. However, being led by Patrick made Vera's palms sweaty. Once they were seated on the third-floor terrace, they could see the view below.

It was the best spot in the house.

The manager was skilled at arranging seating, always ensuring Patrick had the best spot whenever he visited.

"Wow, it's my first time dining here on this floor; it's amazing." Vera leaned to the side, admiring the view of Rustic Hearth Cafe from above.

Seeing her leaning out so far, Shawn called out from behind, "Vera, don't lean out too far; you'll turn into mush if you fall." "Shawn, I'm fine, I'm an adult."

"The things you do are still things only a child would do."

Despite Shawn's reproachful tone, the manager could sense his care and affection for Vera.

Personally attending to the three of them, the manager asked Patrick, "Mr. Olteran, will you be ordering according to your previous menu?" Patrick shook his head, picked up the menu from the table, and called Vera, who was enjoying the view. "Vera, come over and order."

Vera slid back from the edge of her chair to Patrick's side, leaning slightly toward him. "Honey, I want this." she pointed to a fish on the menu. Patrick nodded at the manager.

As he flipped through the menu, Vera continued ordering, saying, "Shawn has a sensitive stomach, so I'll order some nourishing soup." "Darling, your taste is mild; I'll order something light for you."

"I have a good appetite, so I'll order some meat."

Vera kept ordering as she spoke.

Patrick chuckled. "How did you know I prefer mild flavors?"

"I'm your wife; if I didn't know that, I'd be failing in my duties," she said softly, leaning against Patrick's arm.

Vera was right; he did prefer mild flavors and disliked food with strong flavors.

It was surprising that his entire family hadn't noticed his taste, but Vera, who had just married into the family, had figured it out.

His mood continued to improve.

After ordering six dishes and a soup, Patrick stopped Vera from ordering more and closed the menu.

"Honey, I haven't finished ordering yet."

Patrick replied, "I'll bring you back here next time."

"When will that be?" Vera wanted to make an appointment with him.

Patrick answered, "Whenever you want, but not today."

"Okay then." She obediently looked at the manager and instructed, "None of us want spicy dishes."

The manager took the menu and left.

Observing Vera's subtle actions just now, Patrick leaned back, wrapped his arm around Vera's waist, and asked her, "Have you never dined upstairs with Warren before?" Vera nodded. "Warren never brought me here. Every time our family came to eat, we always sat in the main hall."