The CEO's Mischievous Little Bride
Chapter 146 Mia Was Sleepy

Vera was a smart girl. No one could guess what she was thinking. You can only follow her lead.

Patrick and Vera returned to the bedroom.

Patrick lay down on the bed as he wished.

The hairdryer in the room started up again as he was reading.

Vera, who was lying beside him, was saying she was mad at him but then started chatting about the fun things that happened during the day.

"Honey, ever since Mia became the campus belle, she's had a lot of admirers. Today after school, a senior student even invited Mia to a movie, but that guy was really unlucky. When he went, Mia's brother happened to be there. You know, he's very strict with Mia. No one can think of asking her out in front of him."

With her chatter in his ear, he felt more comfortable reading.

"Did he manage to ask her out in the end?" Patrick asked.

The hairdryer stopped, and she sat at the vanity table to apply face cream.

Then she got up, took off her shoes at the foot of the bed, turned around, and knelt on the bed, crawling to the headboard.

Patrick lifted the blanket, and Vera slipped in.

Lying beside him, she continued, "Of course not. Her brother is very strict with her. If that guy wants to ask her out, he has to be able to beat her brother first. I bet that guy was scared out of his wits today."

Under the covers, Patrick's leg was suddenly touched by Vera's foot.

He glanced at Vera beside him.

Vera apologized for her accidental touch. "Sorry, honey, I accidentally kicked you."

Patrick then deliberately placed his leg where her feet were.

"What's going on?" Vera looked at him, puzzled.

Patrick frowned. "Why are your feet so cold?"

Vera was surprised.

So, Patrick was warming her feet with his legs?

Patrick placed his book face down on the blanket and used both hands to hold her hands.

Her hands were at a normal temperature.

Only her feet were cold.

He had heard that cold extremities might need medical attention.

Vera's feet had just been washed and were already cold, so he quickly held her hands to feel the temperature.

If her hands were also cold, they would have to see a doctor first in the morning.

After warming her feet for a while, her feet returned to normal temperature, and Patrick sat back in his spot, picking up his book to continue reading.

Vera curiously leaned over. "Honey, you read every day. What exactly are you reading?"

She found that once again, she didn't recognize the words.

"Hans Christian Andersen's fairy tales."

Upon hearing this, Vera knew she was being brushed off by him again.

Vera crawled over and saw nothing related to fairy tales. "If you have the guts, translate it for me."

Patrick said, "If you want me to translate, I need some benefits."

His gaze fell on her red lips, asking, "Didn't I collect today's benefit?"

"You already did, in the car. You kissed me. I remember it very clearly. I didn't let you kiss me at the time." Vera said excitedly.

She almost wanted to pull the memory out of her head and stuff it into his, so he could recall what happened today.

Later, she was still kissed.

Vera gave up struggling.

He didn't tell the story, kissing her all the time.

She cursed him several times.

At night, she lay in his arms, and he didn't step into his study.

After Vera fell asleep, he looked at her peaceful sleeping face and lightly pecked her lips.

Finally, his lips fell on her neck.

He intended to stop after a light taste, but in a moment of impulse, he left an ambiguous mark.

Patrick looked at the mark on her fair neck. His expression darkened. He thought, 'Well, she's going to make a fuss again tomorrow.'

Sure enough, the next day, Vera saw the red mark on her neck while washing up. At first, she thought it was a bug bite.

It wasn't until she saw Patrick's uneasy expression that she understood.

She picked up a pillow from the bed and threw it at him. "You pervert!"

"Vera, aren't you hot wearing a turtleneck?" Randall was asking for trouble at the breakfast table.

Vera gritted her teeth and threatened, "Do you want your head to be separated from your body?"

Randall retorted, "Don't be so arrogant. Let me remind you, this is my house."

"Isn't this Vera's home too?" Patrick chimed in.

Randall shut up.

Indeed, only Patrick could make him behave.

However, who could control the high and mighty Patrick?

Only his wife, Vera.

"You shut up, too!" Vera yelled at Patrick at the dining table.

Feeling guilty, Patrick stayed quiet.

Randall was shocked. His invincible Uncle Patrick was actually being bullied by his domineering wife?

When he looked at Vera again, he felt a bit panicked.

Did she really beat Patrick up to make him behave?

When it was time to go to school, Patrick offered to drive her, but Vera refused without hesitation. She grabbed her bag and books and got into Randall's passenger seat. "Vera, did you hit Uncle Patrick?" Randall asked.

"Yes."

"Then why doesn't Uncle Patrick have any marks on his face?" Randall was curious. If Vera had fought, Patrick couldn't possibly be unscathed.

Wearing her sunglasses, Vera arrogantly opened the convertible's top.

Under the sunlight, she proudly said, "He got hurt in places you can't see."

Randall was speechless. He wanted to give Vera a thumbs up. She could now hit him without leaving visible marks. What couldn't she do?

They arrived at school.

Mia looked exhausted.

When she saw Randall and Vera, she forced herself to perk up and greeted them, "Hi."

Then she went back to sleep.

Vera and Randall exchanged a glance and looked at Mia. "Mia, what did you do last night?" Randall asked on purpose.

Mia sat up and recounted her experience from the previous day to Vera and Randall.

"My brother, Sebastian, must be a Virgo!" Randall calculated the time and realized he might be a Virgo. He was immediately unhappy. "What's wrong with Virgos?"

Mia clenched her small fists. "Do you remember the senior who invited me to a movie yesterday?"

Randall and Vera nodded in unison. "He ran away in two minutes and fifty-seven seconds."

Mia gritted her teeth. "Sebastian went home yesterday and spent two hours digging up dirt on that guy, like his family issues with booking hotel rooms. What's more, he found out that guy was dating three girlfriends at the same time!" Randall and Vera were dumbfounded. Their eyes conveyed one message: Keep talking!