The CEO's Mischievous Little Bride
Chapter 104 Patrick Personally Buys Gifts

"Let's go with a luxury jewelry piece. Mrs. Olteran pays attention to her attire, her dresses and handbags are all high-end brands, she might also like these things. Today I saw her wrist empty, why don't you gift her a high-end bracelet, a style that can be worn daily." Patrick pondered while Sophia added, "Mrs. Olteran's anger is about the matter, not about you replaceing fault. As long as you give a gift, she will understand your intentions, then she won't continue to pursue this matter." Patrick nodded. "You accompany me to the social event tonight."

"Is Jack joining us?"

Patrick replied, "His taste is bad; he's staying at the office to work overtime."

"Understood."

What Patrick referred to as taste was just the eye for selecting a bracelet for Vera.

After work, Sophia and Patrick took a car to the mall before heading to the social event.

"Mr. Olteran, I thought you would call the director of the luxury goods company to have the bracelet delivered to your office," Sophia said.

Patrick said, "Buying it in person shows sincerity. If I wait for it to be delivered, it might take until tomorrow."

Patrick could already imagine how Vera would react when he returned home.

She would probably call him Uncle Patrick.

"Bring out this one for me to see." Patrick pointed to an exquisite gold bracelet in a small booklet.

The manager standing beside hurriedly instructed an employee to fetch the item.

With Patrick's visit, the top management here personally attended to him.

"Mr. Olteran, who are you gifting this to?"

"My wife."

The manager was so surprised that his mouth remained agape.

Patrick actually came here personally to carefully select a gift for his wife.

As the bracelet was brought out, Patrick held it in his hand, looking at the seemingly ordinary yet radiant piece. The manager started explaining the design concept of the bracelet, the techniques used, the craftsmanship, and the meanings it conveyed.

Sophia often read magazines, and upon seeing this bracelet, she thought of the descriptions in the books. "Mr. Olteran, this bracelet is from the hands of the internationally renowned designer Trevor, it's expensive and sending it out shows sincerity. The bracelet is eye-catching, Mrs. Olteran has fair skin, it will definitely suit her. It's exquisite, and since it's from you, she will surely like it."

Patrick was very satisfied; he nodded and placed the bracelet back in the box, handing over a credit card. "Check out."

Patrick happily left with the gift.

In the car, Sophia said, "Mr. Olteran, you are so good to Mrs. Olteran."

Patrick had just spent two million dollars.

He was in a good mood. "She's still a child. If I don't indulge her, with her temper, there would be no peace in my house."

The one being criticized by Patrick as a child, Vera, was quietly heading to the fridge to grab an ice cream.

Her stomach wasn't hurting, and her appetite was good.

Vera lay on the bed, calling Shawn at the hospital to ask how he was feeling today.

"Shawn, Patrick has a social event tonight, so we won't come to see you. You'll be back tomorrow."

Shawn was enjoying oatmeal, feeling comfortable. "Don't come, I'm fine here. Vincent and Cindy are at the hospital, don't worry about it."

Vera teased Shawn. "If you miss me, I'll have the driver send me over."

"No, I don't miss you; just stay at home, honestly."

"Okay." Vera laughed and hung up.

Shawn, feeling a bit scared, murmured to himself, "I dare not let her come over. Even if I'm not sick, she can stress me out enough to make me sick. My blood pressure kept high last night." In the evening, Vera went out for dinner.

In the Olteran family, she was the only one present, rejecting all the so-called formalities.

"I've washed my hands; you can leave the basin."

The servant withdrew.

One servant offered to assist her with dining. "I can eat by myself; all of you can leave."

Soon, the dining room was empty.

Vera indulged in her meal.

Meanwhile, at Cloudwing Hotel.

Patrick looked at the News Feed Vera sent on his phone. [I have the whole big dining table, so happy.]

He liked the post and replied. [Avoid spicy and cold foods.]

Vera responded with a mischievous cat emoji. [I won't listen to you.]

Patrick chuckled at the social event.

"What good news does Mr. Olteran have?" someone asked.

Patrick replied, "No good news, someone at home is being disobedient." He chuckled.

Sophia knew who the disobedient person was and finished Patrick's sentence.

Soon, Warren also arrived.

"Patrick?"

Seeing Patrick, he was surprised.

Patrick stood up. "Dad."

He gestured for Warren to take the main seat; nobody had informed him that Warren was coming.

The host noticed this strange scene and alarm bells rang in his mind. Who arranged for Warren to invite? If he had known Warren would be there, he wouldn't have seated Patrick at the main spot. The host was sweating nervously.

Fortunately, Patrick and Warren didn't say much, just shifted positions slightly. With the witty and interesting conversation at the table, no one felt awkward, and the matter was smoothly glossed over. Patrick and Warren sat together.

"How is Shawn?" Warren asked Patrick.

Patrick replied, "He's fine; he'll be discharged tomorrow."

Warren mentioned Vera. "You should have had Vera accompany you to the hospital to pick up Shawn."

Patrick shook his head. "Vera has classes tomorrow, and hospitals are full of germs. I don't want her running around there often. I'll go tomorrow."

Warren, after hearing Patrick's words, looked at him with increasing approval.

The guests toasted each other, laughing happily.

Patrick's phone rang.

Glancing at the caller ID, he excused himself to take the call outside.

Warren glanced at his screen, puzzled. "Who is 'Cat'?"

In the corridor, Patrick answered the call. "Why aren't you asleep yet?"

"Darling, when are you coming home?"

Patrick glanced toward the private room door, where everyone was having a good time. "You have classes tomorrow, you should sleep first, I might be late coming home."

"Then I won't lock the door, come back early."

"Okay."

Vera reminded him, "Don't drink too much."

"Don't worry; Warren is here too."

"What? Warren is at your table?" Vera was curious.

Patrick nodded. "Yes, it was a coincidence; I didn't know beforehand."

"Then you supervise him too, make sure he doesn't drink too much, and take him home later."

"Okay, I promise."

He reassured Vera and hung up, telling her to go to sleep, then entered the private room with a smile. "Who was that just now?" Warren ;asked with a smile, but his gaze was sharp as he looked at Patrick. Patrick replied, "Vera called to ask when I'll be home."

"So it was her." Warren understood that "Cat" ;was his daughter after all.