The CEO's Mischievous Little Bride
Chapter 121 Patrick's Unique Confession Style

"Darling, Cindy is worried about me."

Patrick let go of Cindy and got up to open the door.

When Cindy saw Patrick, she repeated her concerns about Vera.

"Cindy, come in. I'm fine," Vera said, sitting on the bed in her nightgown.

Entering Vera's bedroom, Cindy sat by the bed, grabbing Vera's arm to check. "Are your legs hurt?"

Vera extended her legs for Cindy to see. "No, don't worry, Cindy."

"What about your stomach and your back? Are they okay?" Cindy asked.

Vera and Patrick exchanged glances, and she gave him a signal that he immediately understood. He spoke up to help Vera cover up, "Cindy, I checked Vera while she was bathing earlier, and she has no injuries." "That's good, as long as you're okay. Why did you get into a fight today? I don't go to your school forum, so I don't know what happened," Cindy asked.

Vera held her hand and comforted her, "Cindy, I don't know why so many people suddenly showed up today. Then I got angry and just focused on fighting."

"You're still too young and impulsive. If you encounter something you can't handle, come back and tell us. You're still a kid; you can't solve everything on your own."

Vera softly reminded, "Cindy, I'm twenty, not a kid anymore."

"In my eyes, you're still a kid."

Vera opened her mouth, not knowing how to express her gratitude.

She opened her arms and hugged Cindy, who almost treated her like her own daughter. "Cindy, you're so good to me." "You silly child."

Knowing it was late, Cindy didn't stay long and left.

Patrick sat beside Vera, looking at her reddened eyes, asking, "Are you touched again?"

Vera kept nodding. "You and Dad are good to me, and Cindy is so good to me too." She cried.

Patrick smiled. "You're so childish and so easy to cry."

He wiped her tears, saying, "Because you deserve all our love."

Vera didn't know what her merits were; she just felt very lucky. She decided she must go to church to pray and thank God.

"Ready to sleep?" Patrick asked.

Vera wiped her tears with the back of her hand and got under the covers.

Patrick also got into bed on the other side.

At night, Vera grabbed Patrick's arm and placed it under her neck as a pillow.

Before Patrick could hold her, she snuggled in.

"Darling, were you angry today?"

Patrick asked, "Vera, why are you always concerned about whether I'm angry?"

Vera didn't understand her feelings for him; she just expressed what was in her heart. "Because I'm afraid you'll be angry and ignore me, that you won't like me anymore, and then you'll leave me. When I think about you leaving, I feel sad, like there's a big stone pressing on my chest, making me uncomfortable and always wanting to cry."

Patrick turned to look at Vera, who was confessing to him, and asked, "If I leave you, will you be sad?"

Vera nodded, softly saying, "I can't imagine you leaving me. I'm afraid I'll be very sad."

"Vera, say what you just said to me again."

Vera honestly repeated it.

She thought she was just repeating her feelings, but to Patrick, it was her repeating her love for him.

"As long as you don't leave me, I won't leave you. Vera, if one day you leave me, I will make you pay a heavy price."

Patrick's confession style was different from others.

His words made Vera nervous. "Darling, what is your standard for leaving?" She needed to avoid getting into trouble with him.

Patrick, with extreme gentleness, said the most domineering words above her head. "As long as I can't see you or feel your affection, I will think you have left me."

He meant that she must wholeheartedly care for him and stay by his side.

Vera was so scared by his words that she started crying.

"Why are you crying again?"

Patrick noticed his chest was wet. Looking down, he saw Vera's face was already covered in tears.

"Darling, I'm afraid that if I go on a trip, you won't see me and will kill me."

Patrick was helpless.

"That's not the case. I'm not unreasonable."

Vera felt her life was saved, but then she feared something else. "What if I don't like you anymore in the future? Don't spank me! Let me finish."

Patrick's hand was poised over her butt, waiting for her to continue.

If she said something unpleasant, he would continue spanking.

"Go on."

Vera said, "What if, in the future, my attention is on your son and daughter? Will you kill me?"

"Who is the mother of my son and daughter?"

"Of course, it's me."

Patrick chuckled. "That's fine. I even look forward to it, a cat giving birth to two little tigers."

Vera's face turned red with embarrassment again.

"I'm not talking to you anymore. I'm going to sleep!"

She had good sleep quality, and soon her regular breathing could be heard.

Lying in Patrick's arms, she looked even more like a child.

Late at night, in Lilac Manor.

Mia hid in her room, not daring to come out.

Sebastian came home from work, standing at the door with one hand on his hip, knocking. "Come out and explain yourself. If I have to come in and question you, it won't be gentle." "Sebastian, I'm asleep."

"Do you want me to climb through the window?"

Mia hurriedly got out of bed and locked the window.

Sebastian threatened her with her weakness to force her to open the door. "Don't you want to know how your two good friends are suffering in jail because of this fight?"

In less than a minute, Mia quickly opened the door. She stood at the door, cautiously asking, "Sebastian, how are they?"

"Weren't you asleep? You locked the window so quickly, afraid I'd come in, and now you're so eager to ask me?" Sebastian walked into Mia's bedroom, sternly staring at her. Mia lowered her head guiltily.

Seeing his stern expression, Mia lowered her head even more, thinking of a way to cope.

In no time, she used her usual tactic of acting cute, hugging Sebastian's waist in her nightgown. "I like you the most. You're the best brother in the world. Please don't scold me, okay? I know I was wrong." "Let go of your hands."

Mia shook her head, saying, "I love you the most. I'm sorry; I was wrong. Please don't punish me, okay?"

Sebastian's Adam's apple bobbed as he tapped Mia's forehead. "You're twenty this year, not a child anymore. I'm a man; you need to keep your distance from me."

Mia still shook her head, her face pressed against his chest. "No, even if I'm fifty, I'm still your sister. I want to hug you."