The CEO's Mischievous Little Bride
Chapter 130 What If I Hit Patrick?

Vera pursed her lips. "Just a little, but I don't want you to teach me."

She looked at Randall, asking Patrick, "Honey, can Randall teach me later?"

"No, I have to teach you."

"Honey, you'll get annoyed with me. You'll scold me and yell at me. I'm afraid I'll get mad and impulsively hit you." Her voice trailed off at the end. What if she got so angry from being criticized that she hit him? Would he stop loving her?

However, if Randall was there.

First, Randall wouldn't dare yell at her.

Second, even if she got impulsive and wanted to hit someone, Randall could quickly calm her down and apologize.

Lastly, even if she still got mad, she would end up hitting Randall, not Patrick.

In that way, she could still have her sweet romance, and at most, she'd owe Randall a bit. She could make it up to him later.

Vera's plan seemed perfect in her mind.

However, Patrick refused.

Remembering her disastrous driving lessons, Vera decided to try persuading him again. "Honey, if I drive, it could be fatal." Patrick said, "Then we'll die together."

Vera was speechless with frustration.

After breakfast, Patrick took Vera outside. He handed her the car keys. "Get in the car."

"Honey, can we use a cheaper car?" Vera asked.

She wouldn't feel bad about crashing a cheaper car, and more importantly, she could afford to pay for the damages. Patrick replied, "We don't have any cheap cars at home. Just drive this one and do your best."

Vera glanced at the luxury cars parked nearby, feeling a bit frustrated. Marrying a wealthy man had its downsides, like not being able to replace a cheap car to practice with. Every car here was worth millions of dollars. "Honey, if I crash the car, will you make me pay for it?" she asked cautiously.

Patrick teased her, saying, "You have to pay, but you can get reimbursed."

Vera felt like his answer was unclear. If she damaged the car, she would have to pay, but then he would reimburse her. So essentially, if the car got damaged, he would still be the one paying for the repairs. Once she got in the car, Vera finally understood. Her eyes lit up with a smile as she realized, "Honey, you mean I don't have to pay, right?"

Patrick, seeing her delighted eyes, couldn't help but smile too. "You're not completely stupid. There's still hope."

Vera playfully pinched him and joked, "You're so mean. Can't you just say it clearly? You know I'm not good at contemplating."

"You'll replace out soon enough if you can do it," Patrick said, suddenly leaning over from the passenger seat toward Vera in the driver's seat. Vera's heart raced. She thought he was about to kiss her. "No, honey, not here. There are people outside."

However, Patrick was just adjusting her seat. She was short, and if she had to adjust it herself, it would take forever, so he helped her out. Realizing he was just adjusting the seat, Vera felt a bit embarrassed. She watched as his face got closer and closer.

Vera nervously swallowed, trying to avoid looking at his lips but failing.

Patrick didn't move, watching as the seat pushed her closer to him. When they were very close, the seat stopped moving.

Vera blinked rapidly, speaking softly to avoid touching his lips. "Honey, can you move back a bit? I'm uncomfortable."

As soon as she said that, Patrick leaned in and kissed her, stealing the sweetness from her lips.

Vera's hands clenched tightly, her knuckles turning white, and her heart raced. In the confined space of the car, their passion grew.

She didn't even realize when she wrapped her arms around his neck. When she did, she regretted it deeply.

Covering her face with her hands, she said, "Honey, I told you not to kiss me. There are servants outside. It's so embarrassing if they see."

Patrick laughed. "When the moment comes, it's hard to control."

He then helped her buckle her safety belt and returned to the passenger seat. "Put your hands down. No one saw you except me."

Vera, still blushing, turned her face towards the window.

Patrick sat with her in silence, smiling.

After a while, Vera composed herself. After all, they were in a romantic relationship and the closest of couples. She couldn't keep getting embarrassed like this. So, Vera patted her face and started the car.

Patrick reminded her, "Always check your surroundings before getting in the car. Once you're in, lock the doors and then put on your safety belt."

Vera replied, "I know. My instructor taught me all that."

Once in the car, Vera was clearly a novice. From her actions, Patrick could tell she was familiar with the theory but not the practical aspects.

"Press the brake and shift gears," Vera muttered to herself, looking around. She finally spotted the gear shift behind the steering wheel. She turned to Patrick and asked, "D is for drive, right?" Patrick nodded.

Vera continued to remind herself, "Turn signal; honk the horn."

The sound of Vera honking the horn echoed in the yard.

Patrick felt a bit helpless.

"Honey, why aren't you saying anything?" Vera asked, turning to him before starting the car.

Patrick didn't want to discourage her enthusiasm or hold her to an expert's standards. Instead, he praised her, "You're doing great. This is the correct procedure. It's good that you remember it."

Vera, boosted by his praise, asked, "Really, honey? Mom never rides in my car. She says it's like riding in a tank." She then recalled telling Brianna, "You're so lucky. Some people can't even ride in a tank." After that, Brianna had hit her. "And Noah, he always criticized my inefficiency when getting in the car." She had pulled Noah out of the car and hit him too, making him keep quiet. Thinking back, Vera felt a bit wronged.

If Vera hadn't mentioned it, Patrick would have almost forgotten he had a brother-in-law overseas.

"Vera, since you got married, hasn't Noah called you?"

Vera and Noah were very close. Patrick expected Noah to call, interrogate him, chat, or even give him a hard time, or at least remind him to treat Vera well. However, so far, he hadn't received a single call from Noah.