The CEO's Mischievous Little Bride
Chapter 131 Rookie Skills

"No, he's busy with his studies, and our time zones are reversed. He usually calls my parents."

Sometimes when she received Noah's calls, she would answer them secretly, so Patrick didn't know.

Patrick didn't press further and instead instructed her, "Drive around the front yard a few times, then drive to the fountain."

Vera looked around and asked Patrick, "Honey, your car doesn't have a handbrake."

Patrick replied, "We don't need the handbrake today. Next time, I'll install one for you."

He urged again, "Start moving."

Vera nervously honked the horn again, then released the brake, letting the car move forward on its own before slowly pressing the gas pedal. The honking in the yard woke up Shawn.

He went out and saw Randall in the living room. "What's all that noise outside?"

"Patrick is teaching Vera how to drive."

Shawn grumbled, "He's really got nothing better to do. Teaching Vera to drive in this heat, just to get rid of his boredom."

He chatted with Randall, "Patrick is funny. When I told him to marry Vera, he looked extremely displeased and refused. Now, he definitely wouldn't want to divorce her."

Randall was surprised. He leaned in close to Shawn and whispered like a thief, "Grandpa, with Uncle Patrick's temper, he usually doesn't listen to you. Why did he listen to you this time and marry Vera? How did you make him do it?" Shawn boasted, "No matter how capable he is, he's still a CEO, and I'm the chairman. The one with the power is always me."

However, Shawn's pride didn't last long. Randall brought him back to reality, "Come on, the company is supported by Uncle Patrick. Even if you force him out and don't give him the company, he could just take his team and start over somewhere else. If he leaves you with a mess, you probably wouldn't be able to handle it."

Shawn slapped Randall on the head.

"Get lost."

Randall shrugged his shoulders, dodged, and then scratched his head. "Grandpa, I want to hear the truth. I promise I won't tell anyone."

Shawn was displeased and didn't want to say another word to him.

An old man's temper needed to be handled gently. Whoever annoyed him will be made unhappy.

"The truth? You're not worthy of hearing it."

Shawn got up and walked past Randall to the outer yard, watching the car in the distance crawl slowly like a turtle.

Inside the car.

Vera was tense, with Patrick sitting beside her, constantly reassuring her, "Don't be afraid; it's okay."

"Honey, there's someone ahead," Vera whimpered to Patrick.

Patrick was helpless. If there was someone ahead and she didn't brake, did she want to hit that person? "Honey, what should I do? We're getting closer to that person," Vera continued to cry for guidance.

Patrick looked at her legs and then at the servant walking on the road ahead.

She was a silly but cute wife who didn't brake when she saw someone.

A dumb servant who didn't know to get out of the way when she saw a car.

If an accident happened, neither of them could escape responsibility.

Vera was so nervous that she forgot about the brake.

She opened the window, stuck her head out, and shouted at the servant ahead, "Hey, move! I'm going to hit you."

Her speed didn't decrease.

Patrick looked at Vera in silence.

She really wasn't very smart!

She could think of sticking her head out to shout at people but couldn't think of pressing the brake.

Even if she couldn't think of the brake, couldn't she think of honking the horn?

Did she plan to stick her head out and shout, "Hey, move out of the way, I'm going to hit you," every time she saw a pedestrian on the road?

Vera's shouting had an effect. Soon, all the servants on the road cleared out.

"Stop the car," Patrick said.

Vera moved her foot to the brake, and the car stopped instantly.

She braked hard and suddenly, causing her body to lurch forward despite wearing a safety belt. Patrick, who trusted her too much and didn't wear his safety belt, was caught off guard and slammed into the front of the car. Patrick grunted from the impact, pushing against the dashboard to steady himself.

Patrick reminded himself that the driver was his wife, and he needed to guide her gently and calmly. He couldn't scold her harshly!

After the car came to a complete stop, Vera let out a long sigh of relief and immediately turned to check if Patrick was hurt.

"Honey, are you okay? Did you hit your head? Does it hurt?"

Suddenly, the car started moving forward slowly on its own again.

Vera's eyes widened in shock as she saw the car moving uncontrollably. She panicked and started frantically slapping Patrick, crying out for help, "Honey, what should I do? I didn't press the gas pedal, why is it moving on its own?" Patrick steadied himself and took a deep breath.

Without responding to Vera's panic, he calmly reached over and shifted the gear from "D" to "P," finally bringing the car to a complete stop.

Once the car was fully stopped, Vera quieted down.

After a long pause, she said, "Honey, if you want to scold me, go ahead. If you get sick from holding it in, I'll take care of you."

Patrick glanced at the remorseful Vera and said, "It's a design flaw in the car, not your fault."

"But I didn't press the brake, and I didn't put it in park," Vera said, lowering her head in guilt.

Patrick replied, "You're a beginner. Take it slow. I'm here with you, so don't be afraid."

He reached out and held Vera's hand, asking her, "When you encounter pedestrians blocking the road, what should you do?"

In a soft voice, Vera said, "Remind them to move."

"How do you remind them?" Patrick asked.

Patrick thought that now Vera was calm, she might know what to do.

However, Vera's answer left him both disappointed and unsurprised.

"I can open the window and shout at them."

Vera didn't realize her mistake. With Patrick holding her right hand, she pointed outside with her left hand and said, "Just now, I shouted a few times, and they moved out of the way." Patrick sighed. "Vera, you're driving a four-wheeled car, not a tricycle." Even a tricycle had a horn! It was not meant to be used by shouting to clear the way.

He hoped she would remember that the horn was not just for pressing a few times during a driving test. It was for alerting others in unexpected situations on the road.

After thinking for about three minutes, Vera suddenly exclaimed, "Honk the horn!"

"Yeah, why didn't I honk the horn earlier and instead used my voice?" she asked Patrick.

Patrick also wanted to know how she thought of sticking her head out to remind the servants.

However, Patrick reminded her again, "Vera, when you see pedestrians, you need to press the brake. Cars should always yield to people, got it? In any dangerous situation, remember to press the brake." Vera nodded. "I got it."

Her mind remembered, but her hands didn't cooperate when she faced the situation.