The CEO's Mischievous Little Bride
Chapter196 Randall Would Rather Be a Pig

Patrick was in the living room, holding her small hand. Vera pulled her hand away, but he grabbed it again.

She got up to find some peace in the yard, and Patrick followed her out in less than a minute, "Vera."

Vera quickened her pace, not letting him catch up. Patrick laughed and chased after her.

"Stop following me!"

Vera was about to lose her temper again. Patrick found her anger delightful; to him, everything she did was pleasing, even when she was furious and cursing.

Patrick thought Vera was a treasure; even her angry voice was lovely, and her puffed-up cheeks were so adorable.

They played a game of chase all day, and by evening, Vera couldn't avoid him anymore. After taking a bath, Vera lay in bed early, wrapping herself tightly in the covers. Patrick was the last to get into bed, still wanting to make love to her. Seeing Vera hiding under the covers, he walked over with a smile.

"Vera, are you asleep?" Vera closed her eyes and said nothing.

Patrick started to unbutton her clothes slowly. Last night, he had torn her nightgown to pieces, so tonight she smartly wore pajamas.

Vera immediately covered his hand with hers, opening her eyes, "You made love to me last night; you can't do this tonight."

Patrick replied, "Since we've already started having a sexual relationship, if we skip a day, you'll cry from the pain tomorrow night." Vera retorted, "You're lying to me."

"I'm not. I love you. If you don't believe me, try it tonight and see if you still hurt tomorrow night."

"Stop making excuses to be a rogue, Patrick. None of you men are any good."

Patrick admitted on behalf of all men. "Yes, we men are indeed bad guys."

Vera couldn't pretend to sleep. Just thinking about the pain from last night made her resistant.

Patrick coaxed her, "Close your eyes. You really won't hurt tonight. If you do, you can hit me. If it hurts, just say stop, and I'll stop, okay?" Patrick's skills were impressive; men were naturally adept in this area.

Vera soon lost all resistance. The passionate kisses made Vera's arms wrap around his neck voluntarily. She had some rationality in the morning, but at night, she was more impulsive.

Vera, in a daze, made love with Patrick again. This time, she miraculously didn't feel any pain, but the sensation was unprecedented.

Two hours later, she lay on the bed, exhausted and panting. Patrick turned her over and held her in his arms.

After another round of lovemaking, Vera's face was extremely red. So, this was what married life was like.

"Does it hurt?"

Vera shook her head.

Patrick's hand rubbed Vera's waist as he continued to coax her with a straight face. "You can try again tomorrow night; it will hurt even less, and you'll feel even more comfortable than tonight." 'Will we make love again tomorrow night?' Vera thought. Having just sweated, she felt parched. "Honey, I'm thirsty."

Patrick got up to get her some water, unable to resist kissing her. Her scent intoxicated him. Taking the water, Vera crawled out of the covers and quickly drank from his cup with both hands.

As she rehydrated, she calmed down a lot. Suddenly, she remembered what Randall had said to her the first time they met. Vera wanted to confirm. "Honey, you really aren't impotent, are you?"

If Patrick, even being impotent, could exhaust her to the point of complete weakness, then if he didn't have this deficiency, wouldn't she be in extreme pain?

Patrick was puzzled.

He was impotent?

"Who told you this?" Patrick asked.

Vera, being an honest girl, immediately confessed, "When I first met Randall at home, he pulled me to the backyard and subtly told me that you had some issues with your sexual function. He even pitied me when thinking about the future."

However, after experiencing these past two nights, even though she had no prior sexual experience, she knew that Patrick's sexual function was perfectly normal.

Patrick's expression began to darken.

"Vera, you go to sleep first. I need to go out for a bit."

Vera thought that judging by his demeanor, he was probably going to settle a score!

Sure enough. the next day, when she went to school, she went alone. "Cindy, where's Randall?"

"He had a sudden illness last night, and Patrick took him to the hospital."

Vera was speechless.

She seemed to understand the truth of the matter.

In the morning, when Patrick was about to take her to school, Vera said, "I want to visit Ran at the hospital first."

"He's not dead."

Looking at Patrick's cold face, Vera actually found him fierce and brutal. "Did you beat him up?"

"Yes."

"Is he crippled?"

"Almost."

Vera said, "You're terrifying. He just said you are impotent, and you did this to him? Was that necessary?" He hit people harder than she did, and she felt sorry for Randall, who now had new injuries on top of old ones. Vera arrived at school.

She saw Mia limping again.

"What happened to you?" She hurried over to support the also-injured Mia.

"Don't mention it. I twisted my ankle the day before yesterday." Mia was fuming. Vera asked, "What happened?"

"The day before yesterday, after we parted ways, my brother took me to the hospital's scar department. He wanted the doctor to use a laser to remove the scars on my body. I saw the laser beam and the need for anesthesia, and I got scared and didn't want the surgery."

"But Sebastian insisted. I twisted my ankle while trying to escape, and now I'm like this. I called you that night to ask you to help me get a leave of absence. The first time I called, your phone rang, but the second time it went straight to voicemail. What were you doing?"

Vera's mind caught onto something, and her thoughts straightened out in an instant. "The scars on your arm, right?"

"Who told you that?"

Vera's breathing quickened. She looked into Mia's eyes and features, recalling what Patrick had said to her the day before. "Mia, are you blood type O?"

"I think so. I haven't really kept track, and I've never donated blood. Why? What's wrong?" Mia saw Vera's frightened expression and nudged her. "Where's Randall?"

Vera's memories flooded back. She sat in her seat, her eyes vacant, as if a blocked part of her mind had been cleared by a rush of blood.

Class was about to start.

Vera suddenly stood up from her seat. "Mia, Randall was seriously injured yesterday. We need to go to the hospital now."

"Now? We're supposed to be in class."

Vera grabbed Mia's hand. "Right now. We can't delay. If we wait, we might miss our last chance to see Randall."

The teacher had already entered the classroom. However, Vera pulled Mia out right in front of her.

The teacher thought, 'They just ignore me?'

Vera didn't drive; she hailed a taxi outside the school, "Hello, to the hospital."

Pain Management Department.

Randall lay on the bed, his eyes unfocused, staring blankly at the ceiling.

"Why wasn't I favored by God? Why did I have to be Patrick's nephew?"