The CEO's Mischievous Little Bride
Chapter 102 Patrick’s Cat Could Fight

Patrick held the distracted Vera in his arms.

He reached out and threw the pillow aside, using his arm as Vera's pillow. "Sleep."

"Okay." Vera had the most expensive "pillow."

However, what made her uncomfortable was that she was once again held in his arms.

Vera raised her head to see Patrick, who had already closed his eyes to rest. She pursed her lips as if to say something, but then swallowed her words.

Having slept a lot in the morning, she didn't feel sleepy at all at this moment.

Patrick's breathing, on the other hand, had become steady.

After a while, a soft voice gently called out, "Darling, are you asleep?"

"You tell me."

Apologizing in his arms, Vera said, "I'm sorry, darling, I did something wrong."

Patrick, who had been pretending to sleep with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes, turned his head, and looked at Vera in his arms with a tense look, asking, "What's wrong?"

"In fact, when I came up at noon, I didn't take the regular elevator; I secretly took your private elevator." As she finished speaking, her voice became smaller and smaller.

With the keyword "private elevator," her voice became so soft that it was almost inaudible.

The lounge fell into a brief silence.

Vera tensed up, waiting for Patrick's criticism.

Unexpectedly, he spoke, not to criticize, but to ask, "Why did you tell me the truth?"

Covering her heart, Vera said, "Because lying to you makes me feel bad."

As her words fell, Patrick's laughter came from above her head.

He didn't blame Vera; instead, he was more attracted to her.

"It's okay."

In the dim lounge, Patrick's hand reached out to Vera's cheek in the dark. He lowered his head and kissed her hair again. "It's really okay." Vera asked, "Aren't you angry?"

Patrick replied, "I'm not angry."

She looked up, unable to see his features clearly, but still gazed at Patrick. "I lied to you."

"I know."

Vera didn't know what else to say. She lowered her head, and her body under the blanket slowly moved into Patrick's arms.

Patrick also turned to the side, holding Vera in his arms, with a smile on his face, accompanying her to sleep.

After some time passed, Vera woke up feeling confused.

The curtains covered her, and she didn't know what time it was. She checked her phone and found it was three in the afternoon, which reassured her.

"If I sleep until eight or nine at night, I'll be embarrassed."

She got out of bed, put on her shoes, and helped Patrick tidy up the lounge.

Before leaving, she adjusted the air conditioning temperature back to what it was before and opened the curtains again.

As she was leaving, she ran into Patrick getting angry.

"Are you trying to fool me with this data? If you can't handle it, step down."

Vera stood to the side, watching Patrick's apparent anger.

In front of Patrick stood a middle-aged man who looked honest and simple. At the moment, he bowed his head with a wooden expression, not daring to move or speak. He was afraid of Patrick.

Patrick flipped through several pages of data, and the more he read, the angrier he became. He directly threw the papers in his hand at the middle-aged man in front of him. Papers scattered in the air, floating everywhere.

Some of them landed at the man's feet.

With a stern face, Patrick exuded an aura of authority. Being in a high position, his imperial demeanor was evident, making those under him feel intimidated. "Pick them up and redo it. If it's the same tomorrow, you don't need to come to work anymore!"

The middle-aged man apologized, his voice trembling. "Yes, Patrick."

He bent down to pick up the scattered papers one by one.

Seeing this, Vera felt sorry for him.

Considering his age, he was more than ten years older than Patrick, standing in front of Patrick being scolded was truly embarrassing.

She hurried over, also bending down to help the man pick up the scattered papers.

Patrick saw a faint pink shadow running past him. He looked closely and realized it was Vera who had just run past.

She was still helping the man pick up the papers on the ground. Vera went even further to gather the scattered papers and hand them over to the man.

"Thank you," the man said, bowing in gratitude.

He looked at the unexpected girl who suddenly appeared in Patrick's office.

She seemed to be the same age as his child.

"Who are you?" He wanted to ask more, but seeing her in the CEO's office without a work uniform, he knew it wasn't something he could gossip about.

Vera glanced at the displeased man and said, "I'm his niece. You should leave first."

The man turned to Patrick, bowed again to apologize, promised to submit everything on time the next day, and then left.

When only Vera and Patrick were left in the office, Vera noticed the increasingly intense gaze on her.

She met his eyes.

Patrick, who had been full of aggression just now and the one who had been gentle and doting on her before, seemed like two different people.

Just now, he had reverted to his bad-tempered self from when they first got married, a side of him she disliked.

Patrick, already filled with anger, became even more furious when he saw Vera helping the middle-aged man pick up the items. He sat forcefully in his chair, making it creak. "Have you slept so much that you don't even recognize who I am?"

Patrick's voice was low and pressured as he looked at Vera, who seemed unaware of her mistake.

Without explaining, she waited for him to speak first.

He didn't know that by doing so, he was actually compromising.

Vera began to say things that would make him angry. "I don't want that uncle to know you're my husband."

Undoubtedly, her words made the man even more displeased.

His eyes darkened as he stared at Vera, waiting for an explanation.

"My husband should be gentle, have a good temper, speak politely, and respect others. He wouldn't treat his subordinates rudely or insult them like you did just now." Vera was complaining that he had been too harsh on his subordinates earlier.

Vera wasn't afraid of Patrick; if he dared to bully her, she was ready to fight back.

She was straightforward in her thoughts and continued, "When I say you're my husband, others will know I've married someone who is irritable and abnormal." Patrick felt helpless as she once again called him abnormal.

"Since that's the case, I'll let you experience what it feels like to be insulted."

She deliberately brought up their age difference, calling him "Uncle Patrick," indirectly reminding him of their significant age gap and his bad character. Vera's words made him upset. However, as long as she stood in front of him, his anger remained contained.

If it were anyone else from the Olteran family speaking to him like this, he would make them pay the price.

But since it was Vera, his wife, his beloved, he endured it!

"Just now, when you threw the papers at him, I knew you weren't a good person," Vera said.

Patrick thought, 'Now I've become a bad person in her eyes again.'