The CEO's Mischievous Little Bride
Chapter 101 Vera's Rant

Vera was completely distracted during the meal.

Patrick served her food, but she didn't even notice. "What are you thinking about?"

Vera replied, "I was afraid you'd be upset if I said it."

Respecting Vera's feelings, Patrick didn't press further.

After lunch, Patrick poured Vera a cup of hot cocoa from his cup. "Did you bring your medicine?"

Vera shook her head, knowing Patrick was referring to painkillers.

Understanding, Patrick gestured toward his lounge. "Go lie down for a nap later; I'll go out and buy you a box of medicine."

"No need, dear, my abdomen doesn't hurt anymore."

Patrick was somewhat skeptical.

Vera explained, "My abdomen usually only hurts on the first day and night. If I suffer for all seven days of the month, I wouldn't have much to live for."

Patrick looked at her face and tentatively believed her words.

"Dear, go rest for a while," Vera said, "You were massaging my abdomen last night, taking care of me when I got up, and you came to the office without resting this morning. If you keep this up, your health will suffer." Patrick noticed the concern in her eyes and glanced at the lounge. "I'll..."

"Don't wait, do it now!" Vera unexpectedly became assertive.

Vera approached, wrapped her arms around Patrick's waist, and pulled him toward the lounge.

Patrick, helpless, compromised with a chuckle. "Alright, I'll go rest with you."

In the lounge, a large bed caught their eyes, with a cream-colored door beside it, and a bathroom and toilet behind.

Seeing the black bed sheets, Vera gave a disdainful look before turning to Patrick.

Patrick was amused. "Not to your liking?"

Vera replied, "My grandpa's bed sheets are fancier than yours."

Patrick asked, "Do you replace me old?"

Vera shook her head. "I think you lead too monotonous a life."

Vera added, "Let's just sleep for now."

She took off her shoes and knelt at the foot of the bed, hesitating. "Honey, which side should I sleep on?"

Patrick said, "Either side is fine."

He went to the entrance way and took off his coat.

Since they were going to sleep, how could he sleep in his clothes?

He casually hung his suit on a hanger, loosened his tie at the neck, and removed it.

Suddenly, there was Vera behind him.

She muttered, "Hanging a suit like this will wrinkle it; you need to use a hanger to support it."

She took his suit and hung it on the hanger, patting off the dust, tidying it up. "Such a nice suit, but you've ruined it."

Leaning against the entrance way cabinet, Patrick watched Vera criticize him with amusement.

After hanging up the clothes, Vera picked up the tie he had just removed, nagging, "You should hang it up; if left on the table for too long, it might get creased." Patrick suddenly reached out, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her in front of him.

"You're so good at this. From now on, you'll take care of my clothes, tidy up my ties, okay?"

Vera decisively shook her head. "No."

Before she could give her reasons for refusal, he silenced her with one sentence. "I'll pay you." "Okay!" Vera immediately swallowed the words she was about to say, nodding wisely.

Patrick chuckled and ruffled Vera's hair. "Money-minded girl."

He led Vera to the bed.

"Darling, the bed is a bit hard."

"Darling, your pillow is too hard."

"Darling, close the curtains."

"Darling, the air conditioning is too cold."

"Darling..."

Even after lying down, Vera didn't stop calling out to him.

Hearing her sweet calls of "Darling," Patrick felt good, willing to get up and attend to her needs.

However, as she continued making requests, he stood by the bed, watching Vera chatter incessantly. "Finish telling me all your requests, and I'll take care of them." Vera sat up on the bed, looking up at the tall and handsome Patrick. "I'm thirsty; I want a drink, not water."

Patrick asked, "Anything else?"

"Could you get my phone? It's outside."

"Go on."

"I can't remember the rest for now."

Patrick left to attend to his tasks.

At noon, while everyone was resting, Patrick suddenly walked out of the office.

Startled, people around called out to each other, quickly getting up and nervously watching Patrick.

"Mr. Olteran?"

Patrick said, "Continue resting."

He took his cup and headed to the pantry.

Thinking he wanted coffee, Sophia hurriedly got up and followed him to the pantry, intending to personally brew coffee for Patrick.

"Mr. Olteran, do you prefer coffee beans or coffee powder?"

Patrick took a deep breath, looking at the row of beverages ahead. "What kind of drink do young girls usually like?"

Curiously, Sophia asked, "How old is the young girl?"

Patrick ;replied, "20 years old."

Sophia instantly understood; it was Patrick's wife who wanted the drink.

Sophia picked a peach-flavored juice for Patrick. "Mrs. Olteran's attire looks youthful; she probably likes sweet and sour juices, so she might like this peach flavor." Patrick nodded, taking Sophia's suggestion.

"Mr. Olteran, would you like it with ice?"

Patrick's mind flashed back to Vera's excruciating pain last night, the scene of her in his arms like an injured kitten, and he declined, "No need."

Her suffering took precedence over his needs.

Patrick returned to the office.

Secretaries gathered around Sophia, asking, "What is Mr. Olteran up to?"

"Mr. Olteran is getting a drink for Mrs. Olteran."

Whispers spread among the onlookers, quietly discussing the newlywed Vera and Patrick.

Vera was young, beautiful, and Patrick, being her superior, handsome, wealthy, and capable, naturally attracted attention and gossip.

However, those working at this level were top talents, well-educated and curious. They might discuss briefly but wouldn't let irrelevant matters affect their work efficiency.

To work under Patrick's leadership, the standards were stringent, and those who stayed were carefully selected talents of the company.

In their industry, they were all top performers.

Patrick returned to the lounge, providing Vera with everything she needed.

He adjusted the air conditioning temperature and closed the curtains for her.

"Any other issues?"

Holding the cup, Vera shook her head, "None."

Even if there were, she dared not mention them.

Seeing Patrick's slightly off expression, she wisely kept quiet.

Patrick got into bed, folding the blanket for Vera to lie on.

Although she felt the bed was hard, she wasn't that picky; sleeping on a firm bed was good for her body.

However, the pillow was a bit high and not soft enough, which she didn't quite like.

Patrick was already in bed, but Vera remained seated.

They locked eyes; Vera pursed her lips, thinking, 'If I say I want to go to the sofa outside and sleep hugging a pillow, will my husband throw me out of the 50th floor?'