The CEO's Mischievous Little Bride
Chapter 132 Tears

When Vera drove for the second time, Patrick fastened his safety belt.

She drove the car around the front yard three times and then headed to the fountain. Vera turned the car in the opposite direction.

Patrick shouted, "Stop."

Then, the car came to a sudden halt, and his body lurched forward again.

Fortunately, the safety belt saved his life.

He pointed out the correct route on the roundabout to Vera, and she started the car again. "Stop."

The safety belt saved Patrick's life a second time.

"Vera, when you're driving, don't stay in the middle of the road; keep to one side."

Another ten minutes passed.

Patrick called out, "Stop."

The safety belt saved his life a third time.

After being jolted so many times, his chest started to hurt.

Patrick coughed a few times and looked at Vera beside him, asking, "How did you feel while driving just now?" "The road is bumpy," Vera said coyly.

As soon as Patrick heard her voice, he immediately lost his temper.

He even coaxed her gently, "Sweetie, you were driving over the flowers."

If there had been a fence beside them, she would have crashed into it.

If there had been a cliff beside the fence, she would have gone over it.

Luckily, they were in their garden.

The Olteran family's garden was beautiful, with flowers of various colors and trees from different seasons.

Early in the morning, the gardeners had planted fresh flowers in the Olteran family's garden.

However, the flowers hadn't been in the soil for long before Vera ran over them with the car.

As soon as Vera heard this, she felt sorry for the flowers and unbuckled her safety belt to get out and check.

She released the brake and got out without shifting gears.

At that moment, the car started to roll again.

When Patrick faced subordinates who didn't learn, he could scold them harshly.

When dealing with those who repeatedly made mistakes, he might even give them a beating to help them remember.

However, with Vera, his wife, it was different.

He couldn't criticize her; she would cry.

He couldn't hit her; she would be in pain.

This troubled Patrick greatly.

The car door was already open, and Vera suddenly remembered something.

She looked at the slowly rolling car and screamed, "Ah! I didn't shift gears again."

Patrick felt a moment of relief that she could still realize this.

Vera stepped on the brake again, shifted gears, and then gently released her foot to make sure the car wouldn't roll before getting out. Patrick watched helplessly as Vera ignored the car and ran to check on the flowers.

He shook his head in resignation.

After turning off the car, he got out and walked over.

He saw Vera squatting on the ground where she had driven over, looking at the precious flowers crushed into the soil.

The delicate flowers were flattened by the car tires, looking pitiful and tragic.

Vera clasped her hands together, closed her eyes, and murmured, "It's all my fault. I'll try my best to save you. If I can't, I'll give you a proper burial." Patrick found it amusing.

He lifted the legs of his suit pants and half-squatted beside Vera. "Are you repenting?"

"No, I'm trying to save them. If I fail, then I'm praying."

Patrick felt a bit confused and didn't quite understand what she meant.

Maybe it was a generation gap.

He didn't understand these. This morning, he had even looked up the difference between lip gloss and lip oil online and learned a lot.

Now, he watched Vera digging a hole in the soil with her hands to bury the flowers.

"The roots are in the soil. You need to pull them out before you can replant them." Patrick couldn't bear to see Vera continue being clueless, so he offered a reminder. "Wow, honey, you're so smart."

Vera was delighted and praised him as she pulled at the flower stems. "No wonder people think you're amazing. You're smarter than us ordinary folks."

She tugged at the flower, and suddenly, the air grew silent again.

Vera looked at the flower stem with its broken roots in her hand, as if she were frozen.

Patrick also looked at the flower in her hand and said nothing.

Originally, these flowers still had roots and might have survived if replanted.

Now, the roots were gone.

Vera had pulled from the middle, breaking the stem and leaving the roots in the soil.

Now, these flowers were beyond saving.

Patrick, usually so stern, calmly said, "Skip the rescue step and go straight to praying for their death."

Clearly, the flowers couldn't be saved.

Vera cried in the yard.

Patrick saw the tears welling up in her eyes and falling.

As he wiped her tears, he comforted her, "Alright, don't cry. It's okay. The flowers may be dead, but as long as you're okay, that's what matters." Patrick realized his words were off and quickly corrected himself.

Vera's crying attracted Shawn.

"What happened? Vera, what's wrong? Did Patrick bully you? I'll hit him with a stick; don't cry."

Shawn walked over to Vera, asking with concern.

He patted Patrick's back lightly, just enough to show Vera he was on her side.

"I hit him, so don't cry."

Vera put down the flower, wiped her tears with her arm, and looked tearfully at Shawn.

"Shawn, you hit the wrong person. Patrick didn't bully me."

"Then who did?"

Vera pointed to the crushed, rootless flowers on the ground. "It was them."

Shawn was at a loss.

He couldn't avenge Vera against the flattened flowers.

"Vera, it's noon. Time for lunch. Tom called me to eat. I'll go first. You two should head back soon too."

Shawn made his escape.

Once again, Patrick and Vera were left alone by the flowerbed.

Patrick, having taken a hit from Shawn for no reason, was asked by the tearful Vera, "Does it hurt?"

Patrick shook his head. "How about we bury these flowers and then go back for lunch?"

Vera pouted. "Honey, help me dig the holes."

"Okay."

So, in the crisp autumn weather, under a clear and cloudless sky, the bright sunlight fell on the Olteran family's yard, casting shadows on their backs.

One was dressed in a black suit, exuding elegance.

The other wore a knitted sweater, sweet and gentle.

Patrick accompanied Vera in a task he had despised as a child-digging in the dirt.

He took off his watch and put it in her pocket.

He didn't let her do the work herself; he did all the digging in the yard to bury the flowers.

Vera held the flowers in her hands, and once the holes were ready, she gently placed them in. Then, Patrick watched as she pushed the surrounding soil back in.

The burial was complete.

Since their hands were dirty, they didn't drive but left the car halfway and walked back home.

Randall was still pestering Shawn. "Grandpa, tell me, why did Uncle Patrick marry Vera? How did you come up with the idea to recommend Vera to him?"

Shawn escaped to the dining room.

He warned Randall, "Don't bring this up at home again. If Patrick gets upset and hits you, I won't intervene."

"I definitely won't ask them. Their relationship is heating up right now. If I suddenly ask this, it might affect their feelings. That's why I'm asking you, Grandpa. Tell me, I promise to keep it a secret." Shawn snorted. "I don't believe you."

"Grandpa, you wouldn't be using..."