The CEO's Mischievous Little Bride
Chapter 113 Vera's Art of Soothing Husband

Randall glanced at Patrick beside him. His wife was up to no good behind his back, so why did he still have a smile on his face and seem in a good mood? "Hey, Randall? Did you hear me?" Vera didn't wait for him to speak and asked, "Where are you?"

Randall replied, "I heard you; I'm not home."

"Good, you absolutely can't go home."

Patrick nodded at Randall.

Randall understood and promised, "Okay, I won't go back, but be prepared mentally."

"What do you mean?"

Randall had already hung up.

He looked at Patrick beside him and asked, "Uncle Patrick, why are you happy?"

"If she's hiding things from me, does that mean she's afraid of me?" Patrick asked Randall.

Randall nodded, asking, "Is that what makes you happy?"

Patrick turned to look at Vera inside the room, a smile playing on his lips. "If she's afraid of me, it means she cares about me."

She cared about him, so of course he was happy.

In the car, Randall couldn't understand this strange sense of satisfaction among married people; he just felt goosebumps all over his body.

Indoors, Vera was still puzzled. "Randall just told me to be mentally prepared. I always feel like he's trying to convey something to me. Could Patrick already know?"

Shawn waved his hand, grabbed some fries, and said while eating, "You're overthinking it. Even if Randall were driving, he's not home yet, so he definitely won't meet Patrick."

Vera nodded, eating thoughtfully. "That makes sense. Why is my heart beating so fast then?"

"Surely he's jealous that we're enjoying good food without him. He's envious and resentful." Shawn happily took another bite of fries, thinking to himself fries were so delicious, at home, Patrick didn't let them eat greasy food, so going out with Vera was the happiest.

Vera nodded again, finding Shawn's words quite reasonable.

"Even if Randall drives fast from school to home, it takes at least half an hour, and he didn't drive today, so he definitely hasn't reached home. Patrick is also working late at the office. They definitely won't meet."

Shawn nodded. "Exactly. Let's eat quickly and order another round later."

They ate inside the restaurant, while Randall and Patrick watched from the car.

"Uncle Patrick, why did you suddenly come to the school today?"

Evergreen University has three gates. Vera went to the west gate to meet Shawn. Mia went to the east gate to find her brother. Following the principle of proximity, he went to the south gate closest to him, planning to catch a ride to the arcade. Just as he was about to hail a ride, a familiar Guster suddenly stopped in front of him. The car window rolled down, and Patrick, with a commanding tone, said, "Get in."

"Uncle Patrick? Why are you at our school?" Randall asked as he opened the car door and sat down, fastening his seatbelt.

Patrick tapped his forehead and asked sternly, "Why did you skip class?"

Randall received an inexplicable beating and excitedly defended himself, "I didn't skip class."

Patrick had just spoken to Vera on the phone, and she told him she had class later. Why did Randall say there was no class?

"This is our schedule. See for yourself." Randall handed over the most compelling evidence.

Patrick looked at it in his hand, frowning.

Vera lied to him!

"Where's your aunt?" he asked.

Randall suddenly remembered the mischief Vera was up to, instantly regretting saying too much just now. "She might, she's probably, she's at school for extra classes."

"You have one last chance." Patrick's gaze was threatening as he looked at Randall in the passenger seat. "What about her?"

Randall didn't want to betray his friend. "She's in class."

"The dance teacher from last time told me you weren't suited for Latin dance, so switch to ballet."

As Patrick's words fell, Randall quickly interjected, "She and Shawn planned to sneak off to the snack street for Fish and Chips after school today. The shop is located in the middle of the snack street, where we often dine. And she even wanted me to go with her, but I felt I couldn't betray you, so I refused."

At that moment, Randall forgot about friendship, as he was now focused on ensuring his happiness wouldn't be taken away by Patrick. He provided detailed information, even the location, to Patrick. He emphasized, "She and Shawn planned this last week. They found out you had a busy day at work with a meeting today, so they chose to go today."

Patrick smirked, understanding the situation.

He had been thinking about her all afternoon, planning to surprise her by picking her up from school and taking her to Rustic Hearth Cafe for dinner in the evening. However, she was having too much fun! She even lied to him about having class in the afternoon.

If it weren't for running into Randall, he would have been completely fooled by Vera.

Patrick started the car and headed to the shop as directed by Randall.

That was when the events unfolded.

Vera ate for a while, and Patrick watched for as long.

Later, Patrick's phone rang, and he answered, "Okay, I'll handle this when I get to the office."

He hung up, drove away, and dropped Randall off at a nearby intersection, instructing him, "Walk back on your own, don't say a word about today to her."

Randall nodded, watching Patrick leave as he got out of the car.

When Vera returned home, Patrick was indeed not there.

She high-fived Shawn triumphantly. "Shawn, we're really lucky."

Randall, who was sitting on the sofa, watched them happily and shook his head repeatedly. They had no idea they were about to face Patrick's interrogation.

Vera went upstairs to take a shower, washing away the smell of cooking oil, then sprayed on Patrick's favorite perfume to welcome him home.

Late at night, Patrick returned.

The gluttonous Vera also returned.

She greeted Patrick with a beaming smile, her eyes curved with joy upon seeing him.

As Patrick changed his shoes, he chuckled and asked, "Are you so happy to see me?"

Vera nodded. "You're my husband, of course I'm happy to see you."

"Then why didn't you let me pick you up from school?"

Vera pouted cutely. After eating, she spoke so charmingly that it made Patrick very happy, "You're so handsome, I'm afraid others will be jealous. You're so rich. I'm afraid others will envy you. You're so good. I can't bear to let others see." Randall passing by was extremely shocked.

He never knew Vera could speak so sweetly, so adept at soothing people!

Patrick was in a great mood, and he hugged her slender waist, asking, "Was your afternoon class tough?" Vera shamelessly nodded. "It was so tough, I had four classes this afternoon, my wrist hurts from writing."

Randall thought to himself, 'You were clearly eating Fish and Chips; your wrist should be hurt from eating!'

If Patrick hadn't seen Vera's joyful expression while eating Fish and Chips in the afternoon, he would have been fooled by her again.

"Shall I give you a massage?" Patrick asked.

Vera nodded. "Sure."

Randall pulled up a chair and sat at the door, waiting for Patrick to scold Vera!

However, as time passed, he grew impatient, not hearing a single word of reprimand from Patrick to Vera.