The CEO's Mischievous Little Bride
Chapter 124 The Uninformed Patrick

Vera's face turned red in an instant. She felt utterly embarrassed when she thought of the real answer. "Don't look it up now. If you must, wait until we've left. Otherwise, I'll feel really awkward!" The onlookers respectfully stopped what they were doing and watched as she and Patrick left.

Patrick looked at the lively Vera, feeling very happy.

When the elevator arrived, they stepped inside.

The moment they left, the people in the president's office immediately opened their web browsers, and the office was once again filled with exclamations. Inside the elevator.

Vera's face was still red from their comments, and to make matters worse, Patrick asked her, "What is the meaning of twelve roses?"

"You have a phone; you can look it up yourself," she said shyly, pouting.

Patrick replied, "I want to hear it from you."

Vera bit her lip, feeling too embarrassed to say the words.

He was still waiting for her answer. Vera's expression grew more conflicted, and she fidgeted with her fingers. "Honey, as long as you know it, that's enough."

"If you don't say it, I won't know it."

He wanted her to say the words he longed to hear. Teasing Vera, he said, "Vera, just say it. There's no need to be shy between us." He emphasized again, "We are a couple."

Vera thought that if she could give him the flowers, why was she feeling shy now? After a moment of hesitation, she finally said, "The meaning of twelve roses is that my love for you grows with each passing day." Patrick smiled when he heard this.

If it weren't for the inappropriate setting, he would have wanted to hold Vera and share an intimate moment with her.

Suppressing his excitement, Patrick maintained a calm demeanor and reminded her, "Remember what you said your love for me should grow with each passing day."

"No, honey, that's just the meaning of the flowers." Vera pouted playfully.

Patrick replied, "You gave the flowers, so the meaning is what you want to express."

The elevator doors opened.

In the lobby of Olteran Group, a rare sight unfolded.

The distinguished Patrick, holding a bouquet of roses in one hand and leading a girl with the other, stepped out of the elevator. The girl seemed a bit reluctant, pouting, but Patrick's smile was as warm as a spring breeze. Suddenly, the people around remembered the girl who had been running through the company building with a bouquet of roses earlier.

It turned out that the lucky recipient of the roses was Patrick.

And that adorable girl running around must be the rumored "Mrs. Olteran"!

The murmurs began, filled with well-wishes.

Patrick received the roses.

His friends soon found out about it.

In a group chat of just five friends, a heated discussion ensued.

Ian: [Big news from Zandonick, and it's all about the famous Patrick. Which one do you want to hear first?]

Scott from Finnland messaged: [Tell us everything in detail.]

Ian: [To better protect his wife, he acquired Evergreen University and gave it to her.]

Scott and Owen were stunned, didn't know how to reply.

Moore couldn't believe it.

Even the usually calm Joshua questioned: [Is it true?]

They all thought Patrick wasn't impulsive. Acquiring a company wouldn't be done on a whim, especially if there wasn't money to be made. Acquiring a university, with its limited profits and high demands, seemed out of character for the high-and-mighty Patrick.

It needed further investigation.

When Ian posted a screenshot from the Evergreen University website in the group, Scott spat out his drink when seeing it.

Owen disappeared for three minutes and then returned to confirm Ian's screenshot.

Owen: [It's true. The academic system has published an announcement.]

This time, it was Joshua who was speechless.

Ian: [That's not even the most shocking part. Look at this picture.]

Ian posted a photo of Patrick in a suit, holding flowers, and leading Vera.

Joshua: [Patrick gave someone roses? That doesn't seem like him.]

Owen joined the discussion.

Owen: [It couldn't have been someone else giving them to him either. With that unapproachable look of his, who would dare?]

Ian: [Whether Patrick gave them or received them, don't you think it's incredible that he's holding a rose at all?]

Scott, always focusing on the unusual, zoomed in on the picture.

Scott: [Is he holding his wife or a new flame? He's gripping her hand so tightly. He must really care about her.]

He had only met Vera once and had forgotten what she looked like, so he was unsure.

Owen asked again: [Ian, did you fake this picture? Patrick is so aloof. Would he really be holding a rose and walking with a woman in front of everyone?] Patrick, who had been silent for a while, suddenly became active in the group chat.

Patrick: [I didn't give the roses. I received them.]

Joshua couldn't stay calm anymore.

Joshua: [Damn! Did someone hack your account?]

Scott, equally shocked, asked: [You received them?]

Owen, ever the blunt one, asked: [Did you pay Vera to buy them for you?]

Amber Harvest Diner, top floor.

Patrick and Vera didn't go home. After calling to let their family know they wouldn't be home for dinner, he took her to the most upscale restaurant in Zandonick. He didn't like steak, but to set the mood and for the romantic date Vera had mentioned, he brought her to this place.

The frequent buzzing of the group chat caught Patrick's attention.

It turned out they were discussing him.

In a good mood, he decided to reply and correct their misconceptions.

He didn't expect his response to cause such a stir.

He glanced at Vera, who was sitting across from him, looking at the menu, and then at the vibrant roses beside him.

Patrick's Adam's apple bobbed as he placed the flowers in her arms.

Vera was puzzled, asking, "Honey, what's going on? Don't you want them?"

Of course, Patrick wanted them. He just wanted to show off to his friends that he had received flowers from Vera. "Hold them. I want to take a picture and send it to them."

Vera pouted. "Who are you sending it to?"

"Joshua, Owen, Scott, and Ian."

Vera remembered meeting them once. They were all good friends of Patrick. "Wait a moment!" She put the flowers on the table, grabbed her bag, and asked the nearby manager, Landon, "Where's the restroom?" Landon immediately showed her the way.

She said, "Honey, wait for me a bit."

She wanted to touch up her makeup. It was her first time appearing in a photo for Patrick's friends, and she wanted to look her best so they would think that Patrick's wife was really beautiful.

If she looked good, Patrick would be more envied.

Soon, Vera returned.

She had applied light makeup, looking fresh and lovely. She had brushed some light brown eyebrow powder on her brows and drawn an upward eyeliner at the corners of her eyes. Her lips, already naturally rosy, looked even more radiant with lipstick.

"Did you put oil on your lips?" Patrick asked.

Vera walked over and playfully slapped his shoulder. "It's lip gloss."

"Okay, lip gloss," Patrick repeated.

Her friends' boyfriends would give them lip gloss as birthday gifts, but Patrick didn't even know what it was.

The contrast was stark. Despite being a powerful figure in the business community, he could still be so uninformed.