The CEO's Mischievous Little Bride
Chapter193 Vera is in Danger

He grabbed Vera's arm, pulling her hand toward his injured area, "Feel for yourself if I'm crippled!"

"I won't! I won't touch it, Patrick. You're being a rogue."

Vera tried to pull her hand away. She only touched the zipper of his pants, and she felt like her hand was burning. She quickly withdrew her hand and looked at Patrick angrily, who was teasing her. Standing in front of Patrick, her face flushed, she yelled at him, "Patrick, you scoundrel, you shameless man."

With that, she ran off; her face was still red.

Even though she was scolding him, the masochistic Patrick had a smile on his face.

Tonight, he planned to be shameless to the end!

Vera fled to the bedroom and hurried to the bathroom to wash her hands.

In the mirror, her face was as red as a tomato.

After a while, she heard the bedroom door open. She stepped out to see Patrick had returned.

She turned off the faucet and left the bedroom.

Patrick watched her fleeing figure. "Let's see how long you can escape from this."

Vera went to Randall's bedroom.

She saw Cindy forcing Randall to accept her worries. "Randall, let me wipe your face. If it gets scarred, girls will be put off when you look for a wife."

"Mom, please go. I have a mirror; it's just applying some ointment. I can handle it myself."

"You won't apply it evenly. Come, let me do it for you."

Randall was forced to accept Cindy's care.

"Vera?" Cindy turned and asked.

Vera responded and unceremoniously sat in Randall's gaming chair, watching him.

After Cindy finished applying the ointment to his face, she asked, "Vera, do you have enough clothes? I'm making some clothes and can get a few custom-made for you too." "No need, Cindy. My wardrobe is already full."

Randall pushed Cindy's shoulders. "Mom, I beg you; please leave. I want to play some games. Goodnight, love you, goodbye, bye-bye."

"Why are you saying goodnight so early? We haven't even had dinner yet."

Cindy was already being pushed out of the bedroom by Randall.

Randall patted his chest, leaning against the door, and sighed. "I never want to be the center of attention in the family again. Just let me fend for myself." Vera whistled at Randall, signaling him to sit down.

Randall was puzzled. "What are you doing here? Did you scold Uncle Patrick?"

Vera had serious matters to discuss with Randall. She wouldn't mention hitting Patrick, as that was between them. But about Mia...

"Ran, we've been friends with Mia for so many years. Does she have a bite mark on her arm?" she asked.

Randall replied, "A bite mark? I don't think so. With Mia's personality, if she had any scars, she would have gotten laser treatment long ago."

"Exactly, that's what I think too. But Patrick is being ridiculous, insisting that Mia has a bite mark on her arm."

Randall asked, "You've slept together many times. Wouldn't you know if she had a mark on her arm?"

"Who pays attention to such small details? I can't just grab Mia's arms and legs to check for birthmarks, can I?"

Randall found some logic in that. "Why is he asking about this?"

"He's out of his mind."

Randall looked at Vera with admiration.

How did she manage to turn his household upside down when she first arrived, become the center of the family in such a short time, and then stand up to the business tycoon in no time? "Vera, teach me."

He didn't want much, just to stand up to Patrick.

Vera glanced at him and instantly understood his true thoughts.

"You have to be willing to risk your life. It's either do or die."

"Then help me estimate, what's the probability that I'll die?"

Vera replied, "100% chance of death."

Randall asked, "Why do you say that?"

Vera said, "I'm Patrick's wife. Are you?"

That one sentence defeated Randall completely.

"If I were a girl, he'd definitely treat me well."

"You're delusional. If you were a girl, he'd make you learn self-defense."

Randall said, "Don't be so sure."

"Don't believe me? Ask Cindy to have a sister for you."

Randall retorted, "Get lost. My mom's too old for that. If she had another kid, I'd end up taking care of it most of the time."

Vera laughed.

Vera took refuge in Randall's room for a long time.

When it was time for dinner, Vera lowered her head when she saw Patrick.

Shawn, holding his phone, called out, "Vera, can you help me with something?"

"What is it?" Vera quickly went over.

Shawn handed his phone to Vera. "Help me pass this game level. I can't get through it."

Vera took Shawn's phone and quickly cleared the level for him.

"Wow, you're amazing."

At the dinner table, Cindy said, "Shawn, stop playing. Put your phone away and eat. Vera, sit in your seat."

Vera glanced at Patrick, who was sitting one seat away from her. "I'll just eat here."

"That's fine. It's just dinner; it doesn't matter where you sit." Cindy didn't bother with formalities.

After dinner, Vera made an excuse to walk outside for an hour before reluctantly returning to the master bedroom.

"Decided to come back? I thought you were going to sleep outside."

Vera asked, "Honey, how are you?" She had already expressed her determination in the afternoon. Whether he could be intimate or not in the future, she would stay by his side. So, she shouldn't get beaten, right?

Patrick said, "What do you think?"

Vera made a face, licking her lips as she looked at Patrick on the bed.

"Come here." Patrick beckoned her.

Vera walked slowly to the bedside, standing there and looking at him, "Honey, what do you want to say?"

Patrick said, "Take off your clothes and get in bed."

Vera ;asked, "Why?"

"To sleep."

"You scared me. I thought you were being a rogue again."

Vera took a step back, went to the wardrobe to get her pajamas, and headed to the bathroom. "Honey, you go to sleep first. I'll take a shower and then sleep."

Patrick didn't read tonight. His eyes were burning as he watched her back. "No rush, I'll wait for you."

Vera's heart raced, feeling a bit uneasy.

"You sleep by yourself."

"I am already impotent. What are you worried about?"

Vera frowned. Would a man admit so easily that he couldn't have sex? Could Patrick really be impotent?

However, Patrick's words did make some sense. If he were impotent, she would be safe even if she lay in bed without clothes.

She went to the bathroom to wash up.

Half an hour later, she came out.