The CEO's Mischievous Little Bride
Chapter 135 Whose Cat Is This?

Finally, an hour later.

Shawn, with his skills, added Vera and Randall on Facebook. He sent invitations to others but hadn't received any responses yet. "Is that all?" Shawn asked.

Vera nodded. "Yes. Later, you can add us all to a group and create a family group chat."

"Alright!" Shawn fiddled with his phone for a long time.

"Did you have steak last night? From which place? How was it?" Shawn asked, looking at her post.

Vera had a romantic dinner with Patrick last night and posted the pictures on her News Feed after returning home.

At this moment, Shawn saw it while browsing his friends' updates and gave it a like, mimicking Randall.

Just then, Patrick saw his friend request. The note said: [I'm your father.]

Patrick found it a bit amusing and finally accepted it.

"The second one is slacking off at work, playing with his phone, not focused at all."

Shawn complained about Patrick, who had accepted his friend request.

"What's this dark thing? What kind of profile picture is that?" Shawn was very disdainful of his profile picture. "His social media account style looks so old-fashioned, not as young as mine." He then saw that the second one's updates were empty.

"He's so boring. Doesn't know how to share life or enjoy life. His News Feed is empty."

Vera disagreed, saying, "That's enough, Shawn. After all, he's my husband. I'm right here. It's fine if you complain a bit, but if you keep going, I won't be happy."

She was part of the Olteran family, but more importantly, she and Patrick were a couple.

Hearing others complain about Patrick, she definitely wouldn't be happy.

Patrick, in the back, was very pleased with her defense of him.

"Vera," he called out.

Vera turned her head and looked up at Patrick standing on the second floor. "Honey, what's up?"

"Come up and take a nap," Patrick beckoned her with his hand.

Vera saw that Shawn didn't need her for the moment, so she hopped away.

At the stairs to the second floor, Patrick reached out and held her hand, dotingly asking, "You're always hopping around. Whose cat jumps around like you?" Vera hugged his arm and returned to the bedroom. "Yours."

The way she said this coquettishly hit Patrick right in the heart.

Before bed, Vera was washing up in the bathroom. She suddenly asked, "Honey, why didn't you want me to talk about the group chat at lunch?"

Patrick replied, "I don't want to be the group owner."

Vera dried her face and looked at Patrick on the couch, exposing his lie, saying, "It's because Shawn doesn't have Facebook. You were worried that if we created a group chat without him, he'd feel left out." Patrick asked, "You figured it out again?"

"Of course, I know you very well now." Vera walked over and poked his chest with her index finger.

Patrick grabbed her hand and held it in his palm.

He pulled her onto his lap and held her in his arms.

"So, tell me, what am I thinking right now?"

"You're thinking, whose wife is this, so beautiful even without makeup? Oh, it's your wife." Vera sat in Patrick's lap, holding her chin in her hands, admiring herself.

She coquettishly praised herself, looking playful and cute.

Patrick laughed heartily in the bedroom.

Facing Vera, he was completely open and didn't hesitate to compliment her, "You're absolutely right. This beautiful woman is my wife."

Vera laughed along with him.

No wonder everyone loved sweet romances. It turned out that even ordinary words and actions, when coming from him, can make them laugh together and feel so happy.

Vera took the initiative to wrap her arms around Patrick's neck, looking at his features, and finally resting her gaze on his eyes. She was mesmerized and blurted out, "Honey, you're really handsome." Patrick held her back and lowered his head to kiss her.

The fresh scent from her mouth and her unique fragrance was something Patrick could never get enough of.

The small couch hindered Patrick's movements.

He lifted Vera's legs and carried her to the bed. Without giving her time to react, Patrick immediately pressed down on her. Vera's mind went blank from the kiss.

Lying on the bed, she hadn't even processed what was happening before he was on top of her, overwhelming her with kisses. Vera could barely catch her breath occasionally.

In the heat of the moment, Vera felt something hard between her legs.

She reached out to remove the object that was pressing against her leg, and then she touched it.

Both Patrick and Vera were stunned.

Patrick didn't expect the innocent Vera to grab his private part.

Vera also didn't expect it to be his...

Vera was the first to scream, "Ah!"

Then she quickly covered her cheeks, feeling extremely embarrassed.

Patrick's face also turned red. He got up from Vera, looked down at his private part, and awkwardly coughed.

On the bed, Vera was wearing a thin floral dress, and her cardigan had been pulled out of shape during the passionate kiss.

Her neck and ears were still red.

"I'm going to take a shower. You go to bed first," Patrick said.

Vera didn't dare to respond.

She even wanted to chop off her hand.

Until now, her hand was still burning hot.

Patrick went to the bathroom, and soon the sound of running water could be heard.

Vera, knowing he wasn't in the room, finally reacted.

She rolled off the bed and got up.

With flushed cheeks, she ran to the walk-in closet, looked at herself in the mirror, and saw her swollen lips. She excitedly slapped her own face. "Idiot, is your brain just for show? Can't you think before you act?"

She stayed in the closet for a while until she suddenly heard the sound of the shower stopping.

She hurriedly changed into her pajamas, threw her morning clothes aside without hanging them up, and ran to the bed.

She lifted the blanket, got in, and covered her head.

Everything was done perfectly.

Patrick came out.

He had a towel wrapped around his waist and scanned the room, finally seeing the lump on the bed.

He walked closer, and Vera burrowed deeper into the covers.

Patrick reminded her, "Don't sleep with your head covered. Stick it out so you can breathe properly."

"I don't want to see you."

"About what happened just now..."

"I don't want to hear it!" Vera interrupted Patrick loudly, covering her ears under the blanket.

"Alright, I won't say anything. Just stick your head out, or you'll feel uncomfortable soon." Patrick tried to lift her blanket.