The CEO's Mischievous Little Bride
Chapter 94 An Afternoon Dream

Back in the ward, Patrick saw Vera chatting and laughing with her father. With her around, Shawn never felt lonely as she always found interesting topics to discuss. "Are you really taking me with you?" Shawn asked, his eyes filled with anticipation as they seemed to have reached some agreement.

Vera nodded. "Of course, Randall and I will take you there; it's a place we often visit."

Shawn nodded happily, expressing his agreement three times in a row.

"Darling, you're here. What did the doctor say? Which test should we do first?" Vera asked when she saw Patrick at the door, holding a medical report. "One step at a time," Patrick replied.

As they walked, Vera helped Shawn down from the bed, with Patrick on one side and her on the other, accompanying him for the examination. Unfortunately, it was noon, and Patrick's phone suddenly started ringing incessantly.

On their way to another floor, Patrick answered four calls, all regarding the company's next steps.

"Leave this matter for now; we'll deal with it when I get back," Patrick calmly instructed.

After hanging up, Vera suggested, "Darling, if you're busy, you should go to the office first. I can take care of Dad here at the hospital."

"It's okay," Patrick allowed Vera to look after Shawn at the hospital, though he was probably still concerned.

Vera reassured him, "Don't worry about Dad; he was in high spirits even after arguing with me just now. It seems like nothing serious."

Shawn found Vera's words a bit harsh, but indeed, there didn't seem to be any major issues. "You go ahead, Patrick. Vera will keep me company here, and you can come pick her up in the evening." Vera also nodded in agreement.

Ignoring their suggestions, Patrick set aside his phone and helped Shawn with the examination.

While Shawn was undergoing scans indoors, Vera and Patrick sat outside on chairs.

The glaring afternoon sunlight shone through the window, casting light into the corridor.

The chairs looked faded under the intense light, and Vera sat there, tilting her head back, closing her eyes, basking in the warmth of the sun.

She felt a bit tired.

The setting sun cast its rays on Patrick's shoulder. He turned to look at Vera's drowsy expression. Gently, he asked, "Feeling sleepy?"

Vera fluttered her eyelashes lightly and, at an inappropriate moment, let out a big yawn. "A little bit."

Patrick extended his long arm, embracing her shoulder, allowing her to rest in his arms. "Rest in my embrace for a while. Dad's examination will take half an hour." Vera leaned closer to Patrick, resting her head on his chest, closing her eyes to rest.

While Patrick's phone no longer rang, his Facebook notifications kept coming in frequently.

With one arm around Vera, he continued his work with the other hand.

During the half-hour wait, as the sunlight slanted westward, shining on their backs, from a distance, their silhouettes seemed to be enveloped in Vera's halo. The corridor was quiet, perhaps due to the afternoon weariness that had settled in.

Vera thought she wouldn't be able to fall asleep, but to her surprise, lying in Patrick's arms, she drifted into a deep slumber and even had a beautiful dream. In her dream, she and Patrick were planting trees together.

She didn't know the name of the tree, but through the dream, she felt immense joy.

The happiness from her dream translated into a gentle smile on her face in reality.

Patrick lowered his head, seeing her smile, and affectionately asked, "What beautiful dream did you have?"

"Darling," she softly called out.

Patrick's smile widened. "Did you dream of me?"

Vera didn't reply, continuing her dream.

Patrick lost interest in work; now he wanted to enter Vera's dream and see what kind of person he was in her dream world.

Putting away his phone, he turned his face slightly, admiring her features.

Her eyebrows were beautiful, her eyelashes curved, her fair skin with of fuzz visible in the sunlight, her lips pink and tender, like a juicy peach.

Patrick's Adam's apple bobbed, but her lips were sweeter than a peach.

He picked up a strand of her long hair, twirling it in his hand, bringing it close to his nose, catching a faint fragrance.

Patrick realized he adored everything about her.

He liked her scent, her way of speaking, her temperament, her eating habits, and even when she got angry, he still liked her.

Grabbing Vera's hand, he squeezed it, feeling how soft it was, almost boneless.

She understood him, knew him, and cared for his family in every way.

He hadn't paid attention to Shawn's dietary restrictions, but she had secretly looked them up.

During lunch ordering, she didn't order many of the things she wanted to eat, only selecting what was suitable for Shawn and him.

Her subtle actions warmed his heart once again.

She didn't seek recognition, and if he hadn't accidentally found out, he might have thought that the lunch choices were all her favorites. "Vera?"

Vera was deeply asleep, her ears automatically blocking out Patrick's voice.

Patrick lowered his head slightly, planting a light kiss on her forehead. Vera slowly woke up when Shawn came out.

Treating the hospital corridor as her own home, she sat up from Patrick's embrace, stretched lazily. "After sleeping, I felt so comfortable." "Let's go," Shawn said.

Patrick stood up, holding Vera's hand as they left.

After two hours, they returned to the ward.

Patrick went directly to the doctor's office to inquire about Shawn's condition, while Vera said to Shawn in the ward, "Shawn, Patrick is actually quite kind." Shawn also felt touched. It was the first time Patrick had been by his side when he fell ill.

"Yes, Patrick is indeed a kind child."

"He may seem cold, but he doesn't express his feelings verbally. However, he always cares deeply for his family," Vera explained.

Shawn nodded, and Vera's words flowed into his heart like a gentle stream.

Looking at Vera's face, he roughly understood why she had been entrusted to Patrick for marriage.

Patrick returned, went out again, and came back with a hot water bottle in hand.

Approaching the bed, he poured water for Shawn. "The doctor said you should drink more water. You'll have another day of IV tomorrow, and the day after you can be discharged. Be careful with your diet this time. You're older, and your body is different from a child's. You know your stomach best, and in the end, you'll be the one suffering."

Although his words sounded like a scolding, his concern was evident.

He placed the cup of water aside, waiting for the temperature to remind Shawn to drink.

In the evening, Cindy and Vincent arrived.

Seeing Cindy and Vincent, Shawn was as excited as if he had seen his own family. "Cindy, you and Vincent stay here tonight with me. Let Patrick and Vera leave quickly. They're not good at taking care of people. I'm lucky to have survived a day under their care."

Vera interjected, saying, "Shawn, don't make it sound so terrifying, as if my husband and I are mistreating you."

"I wish you two would mistreat me, instead of treating me like a guinea pig."

Cindy asked, "Vera, what's going on?"