The CEO's Mischievous Little Bride
Chapter195 A Cheerful Mr. Olteran

The morning's bustle came to an abrupt halt. Vera was thoroughly exasperated.

"Does it hurt?" Patrick asked.

"What do you think?" Vera retorted angrily.

Patrick noticed a trace of blood on the bedsheet from the previous night. He looked at Vera, who seemed ready to bite him to pieces. He got up and released her.

"Don't go to school today. Rest at home; you barely slept last night."

Vera grabbed a pillow from the bed and violently threw it at Patrick. "Get out!"

Patrick caught the pillow and placed it at the foot of the bed. "I'll go change my clothes."

The clothes he had just changed into were now disheveled.

On the bed, Vera wrapped herself in the blanket, leaving only her face exposed.

She was too embarrassed to go out naked to change clothes and had to wait for Patrick to leave.

After a while, Patrick walked out and saw Vera wrapped up again.

"After you fell asleep last night, I bathed you."

Vera was stunned. So, Patrick had seen her body?

Patrick continued, "I've already bought you a new phone; it will be delivered soon."

Vera thought to herself, 'It was you who broke my phone!'

Patrick put on his watch and looked at Vera on the bed with a smile. "You've confirmed that my sexual function is normal."

Vera's eyelashes drooped like two small fans about to close.

After getting dressed, Patrick sat down by the bed.

Vera moved away from him. "Don't come near me."

"Vera, yesterday was your first time having sex. I understand that you feel embarrassed. But we are a couple; this was bound to happen sooner or later. You should adjust your mindset and be as lively and adorable as before."

Vera turned her face away, refusing to listen.

"You lied to me last night. You weren't hurt at all. You just wanted to have sex with me."

Patrick chuckled and pinched Vera's cheek. "You're silly. If I really had lost my sexual function, your life would be ruined. Remember, you can hit any part of my body, but not my private part, okay?" Vera bit her lip.

Patrick glanced at his watch. "I've moved the afternoon meeting to noon. I'll go to the office first and come back to see you in the afternoon."

Vera nodded, extending her hands from under the blanket to wave at him. "Bye-bye," she said softly.

Patrick smiled indulgently.

He stood up and planted a kiss on her forehead.

He looked at her face and then left.

At the office, Patrick's face was radiant.

Jack asked, "Mr. Olteran, could it be that Mia is really Mrs. Molly Olteran?"

Patrick smiled and said, "I didn't get her hair yesterday, so it's still uncertain. Don't tell my father and Vincent about this."

Having faced disappointment so many times, he didn't dare to get excited and tell them, only to see them disappointed again. "Then why are you so happy, Mr. Olteran?"

Patrick asked with a smile, "Am I that happy?"

Jack nodded, and Sophia also nodded. "Mr. Olteran, did something good happen? Did Mrs. Olteran surprise you again?"

The only person who could make Patrick this happy was the quirky Vera.

Patrick said indulgently, "As long as she doesn't cause me trouble, I'm grateful."

"But Mr. Olteran, you never seem unwilling to clean up Mrs. Olteran's messes." Sophia teased.

Regarding this, Patrick shook his head helplessly, the smile on his face never fading. "She married me. If I don't clean up her messes, who will?"

He picked up the documents and stood up. "Let's head to the conference room. Let's try to finish the meeting early today; I need to get home." Evergreen University.

Randall, with a bruised face, looked somewhat lonely.

"Now, let's take attendance. Respond if you're here," the old professor said, holding the attendance sheet as he entered the classroom. "Mia."

Randall raised his hand. "She's on leave."

The professor circled her name on the sheet and continued, "Vera."

Randall raised his hand again. "She's on leave too."

The professor, accustomed to students skipping class, asked Randall, "They didn't skip class together, did they? Don't you usually attend classes together?" Randall replied, "Mia's leave was requested by her brother, and Vera's by her husband."

The professor asked, "Where are the leave notes?"

Randall said, "Their leaves were verbally approved."

The old professor thought, 'They are out of line!'

"Next class, I need to see the leave notes. Without them, it will be considered an absence."

The old professor continued with the roll call. "Randall, you're the only one here."

Without waiting for Randall to respond, he continued calling names.

Vera got up, and her phone had arrived.

The discomfort in her legs eased after moving around for a while, making her movements less awkward.

The bloodstain on the sheet was proof of her losing her virginity.

Embarrassed to let the servants see it, she rolled up the sheet and took it to the bathroom to wash it herself.

It was already noon.

Vera was hungry.

She threw the sheet into the washing machine and went to eat.

"Vera, did you skip class today?" Shawn asked, seeing Vera at the dining table.

He then thought of Randall going to school. "Or did Randall go out to have fun again?"

"I took a leave, Shawn."

The servant brought the food to the table, and she started eating.

"Vera, it's good you're home. Help me pass this game level, level 170. I just can't get through it."

Vera said, "You were at level 125 last night, and now you're at 170! Shawn, did you stay up all night playing on your phone?!"

Shawn, embarrassed that Vera had discovered his late-night gaming, said, "Keep your voice down. I just couldn't sleep last night and played for a while." Vera asked, "Shawn, be honest with me. What time did you go to bed last night?"

Shawn, evasive, said, "I just played a game and stayed up once. You don't need to make a big deal out of it. I won't die."

"Shawn, if you don't behave, I'll tell my husband to confiscate your phone every night!"

Shawn said, "You dare to try that."

"Of course." Vera challenged Shawn.

Vera thought he was bored at home, so she taught him to play games. But he, at his age, had no self-control and stayed up all night playing.

If she had known it would be like this, she wouldn't have taught Shawn to play.

"You think you're so great because you have a husband. You're always tattling on me."

Vera said, "That's right, and Patrick was introduced to me by you."

Shawn was lost for words..

He realized they didn't appreciate his matchmaking efforts and always bullied him.

"You all have no conscience."

In the afternoon, when Patrick returned, Vera didn't even have the courage to look him in the eye.

Her gaze was evasive.

On the other hand, Patrick's gaze was unhidden, always looking at her without any reservation.