The CEO's Mischievous Little Bride
Chapter 151 Patrick is Such a Rogue

All day long, she used a turtleneck sweater to cover it up, so no one saw the ambiguous marks on her neck.

It wasn't until she changed into a low-cut sports tank top that her delicate neck was fully exposed, along with the conspicuous hickey. Randall said, "Uncle Patrick is such a rogue."

Vera joined in the teasing. "Your uncle is really a rogue."

Patrick, who was being teased as a rogue, left work early.

He grabbed the movie tickets from his desk and headed home to pick up Vera.

On the way, he stopped the car by the roadside to queue up and buy Vera a new coffee.

It was Patrick's first time buying it, and he didn't know which flavors girls liked, so he asked the store for recommendations.

"I'll take your signature coffee, to be safe."

Patrick followed the staff's suggestion and ordered a popular coffee.

"Sir, would you like ice in it?"

Patrick replied, "No ice."

The girls in line around him couldn't help but take a few more glances at the handsome man.

Some were sneaking peeks at him, while others were openly staring.

"He's so handsome," someone said.

"Why does this guy look so much like Patrick?"

The air suddenly went quiet...

Everyone's gaze changed; initially, they were just captivated by his good looks and the fact that he was buying coffee in a business suit.

But when they saw the pictures on their phones and looked at him again, their expressions were completely different.

They were stunned.

They didn't even react.

Patrick didn't hide his identity, nor did he say anything to the people around him.

Suddenly, the juice for the person in front of him was ready.

The juice looked watery and pink, seemingly very much to Vera's taste.

Patrick stopped the girl and asked, "What's the name of your drink?"

The girl, flattered, stood frozen and forgot to respond for a moment.

"Peach juice," the staff said.

Patrick turned to the staff and said, "Add a peach juice as well. My wife should like it."

"Mr. Olteran, are you buying this for your wife?"

Patrick thought of the obedient and sweet Vera.

He said indulgently, "She loves the drinks around here. I got off work early today, so I'm bringing her two cups."

The staff hurried to make it for him.

Before long, Patrick's coffee was ready.

He called Shawn at home while holding the coffee.

Shawn was playing a game and having a great time.

"I never thought that I could play games on Facebook," Shawn said, holding his phone and sitting on the couch with Tom.

"Vera is so great, always sharing these fun and quirky things with me. She even plans to teach me other games. She's just so thoughtful."

Suddenly, in the middle of his gaming excitement, Shawn received a call from Patrick. He impatiently put it on speaker, "Can't you say it in the group chat? Why call and interrupt my game?" Patrick was teased by him. "Is Vera home yet?"

"No, she's probably on her way," Shawn continued playing his game and asked, "Where are you? It sounds noisy."

"I'm buying drinks for Vera."

Shawn immediately exited the game and put the phone to his ear. "Get me one too."

Patrick was helpless.

Shawn added, "I'll have the same as Vera's."

Patrick was speechless; he felt he shouldn't have made that call!

After hanging up, Patrick reluctantly asked the staff to add two more identical drinks for Shawn.

Once the drinks were ready, Patrick took them to the car.

He got in the car and called Randall, but no one answered.

He called Vera as well, but still, no one answered.

Patrick checked the time on his phone; it was already 4.00 p.m., and they should have been out of school by now. He drove home.

When he got home, Shawn's eyes lit up at the sight of the drinks in Patrick's hands.

Seeing the drinks, he smiled with unusual happiness.

No one realized that this elderly man in his sixties or seventies loved snacks so much. Ever since Patrick married Vera, Shawn's taste buds had been increasingly spoiled. Gourmet dishes placed in front of him were no match for a plate of lobster tails. Being fed seafood delicacies couldn't compare to a trip to the local snack street. "Why did you buy four cups?" Shawn wanted to shamelessly keep three for himself.

Patrick placed a cup of juice and a cup of coffee on the table. He glanced at his watch. "Vera and Ran aren't back yet?" "No."

Shawn picked up a cup of juice and looked at it; it was the flavor he had tried last time.

He opened it with a straw and started drinking.

Surprisingly, there was no sense of incongruity with the elderly man.

Patrick waited at home until 5.00 p.m., but the two still hadn't returned.

Moreover, Patrick couldn't get through to their call.

Could something have happened to them?

The more Patrick thought about it, the more worried he became. He placed the juice on the bedroom table, grabbed his car keys, and headed out again.

He drove in the opposite direction from home to Evergreen University, following the directions to Vera's classroom.

He found no one there, and there was no sign of anything unusual on the way.

How could she just disappear without a trace?

At this moment, at the Shadow Syndicate United arena.

Three matches had already taken place on the stage.

The next one was Vera's.

Randall and Mia watched Vera in the center nervously. "Vera, do you have confidence against the opponent you drew?"

At critical moments, Mia's mind would flash back to their sophomore year when Vera was beaten to the ground and couldn't get up, her wrist swollen as thick as her arm.

Vera looked at her opponent, who was also watching her, and said confidently, "It should be fine. I watched his match from the Red Arena; he has many flaws that can't be fixed in a short time."

Randall recalled, "He's good at karate. The match from the Red Arena to the Gold Arena was won because his opponent underestimated him. You can't be careless; he looks cunning and might have hidden his true strength in the last match to deceive you in this one."

Vera nodded and told them, "Don't worry. If he tries to deceive me, do you think I'm dumb enough to fall for it?" She had some key information in her hands.

As the previous match was about to end, Vera stood up, took off her outer jacket, and walked out of the waiting area in a black tank top to the battle zone.

Her opponent, codenamed Sparrow, had a face painted like Doraemon, making it hard for Vera to gauge his age and stamina.

She could only estimate based on his height and weight.

"Didn't expect Heroine to come to the match with hickeys. Looks like Heroine has a very active sex life. Are you indulging yourself to relieve stress?" Sparrow spoke up. Vera felt his gaze on her neck.