The CEO's Mischievous Little Bride
Chapter 604 Susan Wanted to Buy a Car

Patrick shot a look at the troublemaker. "His grandma picked him up."

Randall thought it was because of him. He plopped down in front of Patrick. "Patrick, I'm sorry. Can I get my McLaren back?"

Patrick leaned back, eyeing Randall who was finally owning up. "Nope. You've made my kid cry too many times. No cars for you for a few months."

Randall couldn't believe he forgot how many ways Patrick had to mess with him, yet he still went and scared Theodore. "Patrick, it's my bad. Can we change the punishment? That car's too flashy. Susan wouldn't even ride with me this morning." Patrick shook his head. "This is a lesson in thinking ahead. No car for you. Either you don't drive, or you take the pink one."

"Patrick, I'm your actual nephew," Randall pleaded.

"If you weren't, you'd be dead by now," Patrick shot back.

Randall left, frustrated and trying to figure out his transportation problem. He could buy a new car, but Patrick could just take it away. Unless he used his own money.

Randall slumped in his chair, feeling the weight of his troubles. 'Should've made more money earlier.'

At lunch, Susan and Vera sat across from each other. Normally, they'd chat for an hour while eating, but today they were both glued to their phones.

Susan was texting Ulysses, while Vera was talking to the photography studio, checking out sample photos. By the end of their meal, both of them had finished their business and put down their phones.

Vera turned to Susan. "Susan, when you get home tonight, warn Randall for me. If he makes my son cry again, my fist will make him cry. And tell him he'll have a son someday! He should think about that before he acts. Or I won't go easy on his kid just because of you."

Susan pouted cutely. "Okay." She also thought Randall was too much. How could he make the adorable Theodore cry? After a moment, she asked, "Vera, what do you mean by the last part?"

"Randall knows," Vera replied. Susan went back to class, still confused.

In the afternoon, Randall took a taxi to pick her up. As soon as Susan got in, she told the driver, "Take us to the car exhibition center."

Randall frowned. "Why are we going there?"

Susan giggled. "I want to buy a car."

"You don't even have a driver's license. If you buy a car, I'll be the one driving it." Randall fell silent, turning to look at Susan, who was smiling sweetly at him.

"Don't buy me a car," Randall said, his throat tight.

Susan pouted, "I'm buying it for myself, but you have to drive it for me until I get my license."

She knew Randall wouldn't accept a car if she bought it for him, so she had to make it seem like it was for her. She'd secretly asked Ulysses for a few hundred thousand dollars at noon, planning to buy the car. Randall tapped the back of the driver's seat. "Stop, Sir."

"Go, Randall, I want a car," Susan insisted.

"If you want one, I'll buy it for you later." Randall raised his voice, then corrected the route with the driver.

Susan frowned, knowing that without a car, daily commuting would be a hassle. But that car was clearly Patrick's way of punishing Randall.

Randall glanced at Susan, who was trying to buy him a car. As a grown man, he didn't want to be in a position where a girl had to ask her family for money to support him.

"Just so you know, acting cute won't work on me," Randall warned Susan.

The driver, who had been eavesdropping, chimed in, "Your girlfriend's just being considerate. She feels bad for you having to take taxis every day."

Randall didn't bother correcting the driver's assumption and shot back, "I can make my own money to buy a car."

The driver admitted, "That's true, but you should also understand the girl's concern for you."

Randall turned to meet Susan's gaze. She hadn't said a word, but her eyes, filled with a mix of pleading and concern, said it all.

Randall took the books from Susan's arms and held her wrist. His tone softened. "Alright, don't feel bad. I'll earn what I want myself."

Susan eventually listened to Randall and didn't push any further. In the car, she relayed Vera's words from noon to Randall verbatim. "Randall, do you know what the last sentence means? Vera told me you know it," Susan asked.

Randall swallowed, his throat moving slightly. He was silent for a few seconds before answering, "I don't know."

The taxi driver immediately chimed in, "I know."

Randall and Susan both looked at the driver, one curious and the other annoyed.

"She means that your boyfriend's future child is also your child. She would bully your child if your boyfriend made her child cry again," the driver explained.

Susan suddenly understood. She looked at Randall in astonishment, her mouth slightly open. Randall, however, remained calm, as if he had known all along. "We're not a couple."

The driver was surprised, his eyes widening as he looked at the young pair in the back seat through the rearview mirror. "Huh? Is that real?"

Susan's face turned red. She shyly fiddled with her bag and softly answered, "Yes." The driver felt awkward and immediately shut up, not saying another word for the rest of the trip.

Back at the Olteran Manor, Randall handed Susan her books and went to his room. Molly had returned today. As soon as she arrived, she pointed at the most eye-catching pink car in the yard and laughed. "Dad, Cindy, whose cute little pink car is that? Good taste!"

Later, she found out it was Randall's, another one of Patrick's punishments. Molly was very impressed and also very amused. When Randall came home, she went to his bedroom door and knocked. "Randall, come out and drive your little pink car so I can take a ride."

"Get lost," Randall said.

"Randall, can I ride in your little pink car on my wedding day? You can be the driver and take me to the wedding." Molly laughed.

"Shameless, aren't you?" Randall added.

"Randall, this little pink car matches your vibe so well. It's a perfect fit." Molly was being extremely annoying.

Finally, Randall angrily opened the door and looked at Molly. "Molly, where's your husband?"

"Downstairs." Molly always came back with Sebastian.

Randall leaned over the railing and shouted to Sebastian in the living room, "Sebastian, come get your wife." Molly punched Randall in the back, and he endured it.

Downstairs, Sebastian was discussing wedding arrangements with Shawn. Shawn heard the commotion upstairs and pointed up. "Sebastian, you better go check. Is Molly bullying Randall again?"