The CEO's Mischievous Little Bride
Chapter 392 Dream

Sam, who was at work, sent Sebastian a video of the accident scene.

When he opened it, Molly was sitting by his bed with a cup of coffee, watching with him.

At the moment of the crash, Molly's heart skipped a beat.

Sebastian zoomed in on the video, focusing on Jeffrey's eyes.

Yesterday, he had noticed Jeffrey's eyes, but in the video, Jeffrey had a large mole near his eye.

It could be a disguise since it was a planned attempt to kill him. Jeffrey would likely use some disguise to mislead them.

No one would expose their real features while committing murder.

Sebastian pressed his fingers against the mole at the corner of Jeffrey's eye, scrutinizing him intensely.

He had examined it countless times, his mind replaying the comparison between the two individuals.

As a law enforcement officer, he dreaded the idea of being convinced Jeffrey was the culprit without solid evidence. Relying solely on gut feelings and desperately seeking proof to confirm Jeffrey's guilt could easily lead to a wrongful judgment.

Even Sebastian couldn't shake the suspicion. The eyes he'd seen yesterday bore a striking resemblance to Jeffrey's in the video.

Sebastian had another checkup and confirmed he was fine. He planned to be discharged on Monday.

Molly was already packing for his discharge.

Sebastian made a phone call.

He could have stayed in the hospital longer, but he insisted on going back to work early.

Larry said he was too dedicated, but Sebastian believed he needed to be on the job to find the evidence he suspected.

On Monday, Sebastian drove an old car from home to the station. His name was cleared, and he was reinstated.

Glen was still detained, and a lot of work awaited Sebastian.

Molly also went to work, gradually learning the company's jargon.

After work, she went to her mother Ellie's office. "Mom, I'll be staying at the Olteran family Mansion for a few days. Make sure Sebastian gets some rest when he comes home." Ellie nodded.

Molly took a cab back to the Olteran family Mansion and ran into Vera as soon as she walked in.

"You're back so soon. Is Sebastian discharged?"

Molly replied, "Sebastian is too dedicated. He went straight to work after being discharged, so I came back. Vera, where's Shawn?"

"I don't know. You should look for him."

Molly didn't bother looking and shouted, "Shawn!"

Shawn heard her and responded from the backyard, "Molly, I'm coming."

Molly shrugged at Vera. "See, it's easy to find someone. Just shout."

Vera pointed at Molly. "I'll tell Patrick you scared me and the baby by yelling."

Molly was speechless.

After a while, Shawn appeared in the living room and smiled when he saw Molly. "Molly's back." He then told the butler, "Have the kitchen prepare more of her favorite dishes tonight."

Vera's prenatal class was about to start, so after a brief exchange of pleasantries, she left the living room and headed back to the bedroom.

By evening, Patrick was home. He gave Molly a quick greeting and asked her about Sebastian's health before heading upstairs to find Vera.

The room was still filled with soft music. While Vera was already half-asleep, not knowing how the baby might be reacting to the sounds, Patrick chuckled to himself. He turned off the music, amused that prenatal education could put her to sleep.

Adjusting her sleeping position, he noticed Vera's phone vibrating incessantly on the table. It was Noah trying to reach her, sending a flurry of messages about children's toys and asking her to pick one out

[Vera, are you blind or have your hands been chopped off? Reply to my messages.]

[Vera, Vera, I'm surprised you don't sneak a peek at your phone during prenatal education? Unbelievable!]

Noah sent another message: [Did you fall asleep during prenatal education? I can't believe you.]

[Are you really asleep? What kind of mother are you?]

These messages had arrived thirty minutes ago.

Noah kindly reminded: [Ms. Linister, your prenatal education session is over. Time to wake up.]

But Vera was still dreaming.

Noah was getting frustrated. She said: [Vera, the store is about to close. Pick one for me before you go back to sleep.]

Noah was usually more composed than Vera and spoke less, only sending multiple messages when he was anxious.

Patrick picked up the phone and replied: [Vera is asleep. These bell toys are for kids aged two to three. Don't buy any of them.] [Patrick?]

Patrick looked at this message in confusion. He thought, 'Who else could reply to Noah's messages from Vera's phone but me?'

Noah asked a salesperson, pointing to the toys he had his eye on. "Hi, what age are these toys suitable for?"

"We recommend them for children aged two to three. At this age, they are in the exploration stage."

Noah didn't pay much attention to the salesperson's explanation and quickly replied to Patrick: [Patrick, you're more reliable than Vera.]

Patrick put down the phone, sat by the bed, and silently watched Vera sleep peacefully.

She used to wear bracelets and necklaces, but she had taken them all off because of the pregnancy.

Due to the pregnancy, Vera's body had started to swell. Recently, she had complained about her wedding ring feeling tight, so Patrick decided to help her remove it. That evening, he used hand soap to make her fingers slippery, carefully easing the ring off. When he finally removed it, he could see the ring-shaped indent on her finger.

Now, she didn't even wear decorated hairbands anymore, just a simple black one.

She was unadorned and without makeup, yet she remained the most beautiful in Patrick's eyes.As Vera drifted off to sleep, Patrick longed to hold her close and kiss her. She had playfully complained about him lacking passion. But for Patrick, his feelings for her had only deepened.

In her sleep, Vera dreamed of a dog licking her, which disgusted her to no end. Her lips felt damp, and the sensation made her want to throw up. Her neck was also uncomfortably moist, adding to her aversion. In the dream, she even fought off the dog that had invaded her space.

When she woke up, she was exhausted. It was more tiring than actually fighting.

She opened her eyes and saw Patrick beside her. "Honey."

Patrick held her and kissed her on the temple, pouring all his tenderness into her. "It's time to wake up."

After waking up, Vera told Patrick about her dream. "I'm so tired. I just dreamed of a dog licking me, and in the dream, I was fighting the dog while holding my belly."

Patrick felt something was off. "Where did the dog lick you?"

Vera pointed to her mouth, cheeks, and neck, still getting goosebumps as she said, "That dog was particularly ugly."

When Vera went to the bathroom to brush her teeth, she saw the hickey on her collarbone in the mirror and stood there dumbfounded, blinking.

It did seem a bit off!