The CEO's Mischievous Little Bride
Chapter 98 A Jealous Patrick

"What's wrong?" Vera was in pain, yet she was still concerned about Patrick. "My mouth is empty, dear; what's wrong with you?"

Patrick sat close to Vera, reaching out to embrace the petite and lovely her. "Open your mouth and take the medicine."

"What? Is this medicine for me?"

"Painkillers to alleviate your menstrual pain."

Vera looked at the white pills, feeling a mix of emotions inside.

The time Patrick had disappeared just now, he had actually gone out to buy medicine for her.

It was so late, the pharmacies outside must have been closed, how did he manage to buy them?

Softened by his actions, Vera looked at Patrick's face, her eyes slightly red with emotion, feeling like crying.

Patrick felt a bit embarrassed under Vera's gaze. He had only done a small thing, yet she was so moved. Unconsciously, he learned to comfort her, "Good girl, take the medicine first."

Obediently, Vera opened her mouth, and Patrick placed two pills inside. Then he picked up a bottle of mineral water and handed it to her. "Drink this after taking the medicine, then lie down; I'll go make you some hot cocoa." Mechanically, Vera took the medicine and obediently lay down on the sofa, feeling like crying a little.

Soon, Patrick returned with hot cocoa for her to drink.

A webpage mentioned that women could drink hot cocoa for menstrual pain relief.

He sat down, placing his hand directly on Vera's abdomen, gently massaging it for her.

Blushing, Vera knew there were eyes on her head now, but she dared not look up to meet his gaze.

Patrick's warm palm, through her skirt, transmitted heat to her abdomen.

His hand was larger than hers, yet miraculously, the abdomen that had been in pain moments ago now felt much better under his gentle touch.

Patrick picked up a thin blanket and spread it over Vera with one hand.

Unable to resist Patrick's tenderness, her girlish heart bloomed brightly that night.

"Don't you know you'll feel unwell today?" Patrick's gentle voice sounded above her head.

Biting her lip, Vera nodded. "I haven't specifically kept track of this day."

"On the 18th, remember it. Don't eat ice cream when you get home, avoid junk food for now, we'll talk about it after this week."

Vera weakly nodded.

In her current state of agony, even if the most delicious food was placed in front of her, she had no appetite to taste it.

Every month, it was the same for her remembering to eat, but forgetting the pain.

Promising herself not to eat snacks again when the pain was unbearable; however, when the pain subsided, she would start craving again.

With the effect of the medicine and Patrick's rare tenderness, Vera soon fell asleep.

Her face rested on his lap, and Patrick's hand, which had been gently massaging her abdomen, now moved slowly upward to caress her cheek.

She slept obediently, quieting down.

Taking advantage of the moonlit night, the silence around them, even the little insects were asleep, Patrick's Adam's apple bobbed as he bent down and lightly pressed his lips on Vera's peach-like and tender lips. "I seem to be more and more fond of you."

The next day, Cindy and Vincent arrived early at the hospital, waking up Vera who was sleeping on the sofa. Cindy asked them to go home and get a good rest. Randall also came.

He looked at the weak Vera. "How tired were you last night to be in such a state?"

Vera looked pale, the effects of the medicine wearing off, and the pain returning. Patrick sat beside her, defending Vera. "Your aunt wasn't feeling well last night."

"Are you sick too?" Randall asked with concern.

Vera waved her hand. "I'm enduring suffering."

Randall instantly understood the root of her weakness. "I'll support you mentally through these days." He even made a gesture of encouragement. Patrick's gaze shifted between Vera and Randall. Why did Vera not express clearly, yet Randall understood?

Had they been like this before?

Had she confided such intimate matters to him?

Patrick felt a twinge of jealousy.

Since Vincent and Cindy's family had all arrived, he decided to take Vera home early.

On the way, he casually asked the weak Vera leaning on the passenger seat, "Vera, do you talk about everything with Randall normally?" Vera nodded.

The pain made her not want to speak at all.

Patrick's Adam's apple bobbed as he said, "Let it go for now. Now that you are his aunt, some overly private topics should only be shared with me, not others, especially with Randall, who is your nephew now." Vera didn't respond to Patrick's words, instead she coquettishly complained, "Darling, my abdomen hurts so much."

"I'll speed up. We'll be home soon, and I'll massage your abdomen when we get back."

"Okay."

Back at home, Patrick watched Vera take her medicine, then he returned to the master bedroom, lying on the bed. He took off his shoes and placed his hand on Vera's abdomen, gently massaging it. Feeling better, Vera coquettishly said, "Darling, your hands have magic. Every time you massage my abdomen, the pain goes away."

"If you want me to massage your abdomen, you should find ;another reason." Patrick teased.

"Okay, darling, you're handsome, and my stomach feels your handsomeness, so it doesn't hurt anymore."

Patrick felt pleased. When others complimented him on his looks, he felt annoyed. However,  when Vera said it, it sounded so pleasant.

"Besides complimenting me on my looks, have you complimented anyone else?"

Who says women are the only ones with jealousy? Men, too, can be jealous in front of their wives.

Patrick, who had never cared much about his appearance, found himself caring about who Vera had praised.

Looking up at him, Vera asked softly, "Darling, are you jealous?"

"No, I'm not jealous," Patrick said stubbornly.

Vera teased, "But you seem a bit off, darling."

Patrick confirmed, "Have you really praised many men?"

Unaware of the trouble brewing, Vera nodded with a smile. "Yes." He said he wasn't jealous.

He was just a little angry and needed to discipline Vera, that was all.