The CEO's Mischievous Little Bride
Chapter 99 Heartache for Him

Patrick lifted Vera's chin and kissed her, taking her by surprise and giving him the opportunity to conquer her.

Faced with his oral plunder, she had nowhere to escape.

Vera's hands couldn't push away Patrick.

She shook her head, wanting to explain to him, but Patrick was angry and didn't give her any chance, which infuriated her!

"I didn't..." Vera struggled but surrendered.

She even closed her eyes, responding slightly to Patrick's passion.

Lust surged in Patrick's eyes as he released Vera, looking at her lips reddened by his kiss. "Make me a list of the men you've praised," he demanded. "Darling, what are you up to?" Vera asked softly.

Patrick's Adam's apple bobbed. "I want to appreciate the men my wife has praised."

"Patrick." Vera looked into his eyes and called his name.

Patrick hesitated for a moment.

"Why are you calling me?"

"Patrick."

"What's wrong?"

"Patrick, Patrick, Patrick, Patrick!"

Vera's repeated calls mesmerized Patrick, who didn't respond but listened to her calling. Finally, Vera spoke the truth, "The only handsome man I've praised is my husband, Patrick!" Patrick's eyelids twitched as he looked into Vera's eyes. "Were you lying to me just now?" Vera smiled and nodded.

"You little fool." Her eyes sparkled, as if there were shimmering waves inside, captivating him. Patrick couldn't resist and kissed her soft lips again.

This time, Vera was angry. "I said I've only praised you; why are you jealous and kissing me?"

Patrick replied, "I'm not jealous."

"Really?"

Patrick added, "In the future, only tell me about private matters; don't even tell close friends, especially Randall!"

"Okay, got it." Vera pouted and muttered softly, "You're clearly jealous but won't admit it, so concerned about your image."

Patrick pretended not to hear her nagging.

His hand continued to massage her belly.

Under his care, Vera soon fell asleep on the bed.

She habitually turned to Patrick's embrace.

Patrick was very satisfied with her reaction after falling asleep.

He had neglected his work yesterday and had to work overtime at the company today.

He got out of bed quietly, covered Vera with a blanket, and left the house.

At noon, Vera woke up to find Patrick's absence by her side.

She got out of bed, put on slippers, and went straight to Patrick's study. Upon opening the door, she found it clean and tidy but lacking the person she wanted to see. "Darling?" No one responded. Vera went downstairs, and the servants greeted her respectfully, "Mrs. Olteran, are you ready for your meal?"

Hands on her hips, Vera asked, "Has anyone seen Patrick? I woke up and he's nowhere to be found."

The servant replied, "Patrick went to the office after you fell asleep, instructing us not to disturb your rest."

Vera scratched the back of her neck, expressing her concern. "Why didn't he rest a bit longer? He didn't sleep well last night."

Tom noticed Vera's distress and deliberately added, "He didn't even have a meal before leaving."

"What?" This made Vera even more distressed.

She had no appetite for food.

In the quiet restaurant, a loud sound was heard.

It was the sound of Vera setting down her utensils.

The servant asked cautiously, "Mrs. Olteran, have you finished your meal?"

Vera shook her head and pointed to the dishes on the table, instructing, "Pack up these, along with the beef and shrimp soup, in a thermal box." The servants looked at each other, unsure of Vera's intentions.

Tom, however, understood and ordered, "Pack them in disposable thermal boxes."

"Yes, Tom." The servants proceeded to do as instructed.

Tom asked Vera thoughtfully, "Would you like me to prepare a car for you?"

Looking at the clever Tom, Vera remarked, "Now I understand why others are servants and you are the butler."

Tom's smile deepened with wrinkles at the corners of his eyes.

Vera said, "Thank you for your hard work, please prepare a car for me, you know the destination."

Tom went to make the arrangements.

Five minutes later, Vera carried the Olteran family's packed meal and got into the car.

Before closing the door, Vera thanked Tom.

Tom watched the spirited Vera and genuinely liked her.

The car arrived at the Olteran Group building.

There were the same two receptionists.

Vera walked over and asked, "Do I need an appointment?"

"Mrs. Olteran!"

Vera nodded in satisfaction. "Good memory."

Carrying the meal box, she swaggered into the company without being stopped.

It was lunchtime, and everyone was returning to work.

The elevator was crowded.

Vera glanced at the president's private elevator beside her and thought, 'It should be fine if I use it, right?'

A small voice in her mind warned her, 'Vera, don't be foolish. Just because your relationship with Patrick has improved in the past few days doesn't mean you can use his private elevator.' Vera responded to the voice in her mind, 'There are so many people now. If I keep waiting, I'll be squeezed in. When will I get there?'

The inner voice asked, 'Do you want to be scolded?'

Vera felt speechless.

Nevertheless, she slowly moved to the entrance of the president's exclusive elevator.

She pressed the button to go up.

The elevator doors opened after a few seconds. Vera quickly stepped in and pressed the close button.

She thought to herself, 'It's okay. When Patrick asks how I got here, I'll just say I took the crowded elevator. He won't know I used his elevator.'

Little did she know, the surveillance of the president's private elevator was already on Patrick's screen.

Patrick saw Vera in the elevator and a slight smile curved his lips.

"Mr. Olteran, why are you in such a good mood?" Jack asked.

Patrick replied, "I'm watching a cat."

He waved Jack away and leaned back in his office chair, his arm resting on the armrest, his body slightly turned, index finger against his nose, as if his hand were covering his smiling lips. 'She was so dependent on me.'  Patrick thought.

With his other hand, he enlarged the surveillance footage in the elevator to observe all of Vera's micro-expressions.

In the elevator, Vera watched the numbers jumping, muttering to herself in frustration, "How should I explain my presence to him later?"

"Will he arrogantly think I can't eat without him?"

"What is Patrick doing? Should I have called before coming? What if he's not in the office? What if he's in a meeting? What if he has guests in his office?"

"So annoying; why am I so conflicted about delivering a meal?"