The CEO's Mischievous Little Bride
Chapter 143 Cold War and a Kiss

Vera blinked a few more times.

She watched as Patrick bent down and sat on the stool next to her.

He was very close to her.

"Darling... no, Patrick! What are you doing here?" Vera was dazed and blurted out the term of endearment from her heart. Suddenly, seeing his face, her anger surged. She called out his name to show that her anger had not subsided.

Patrick replied, "My wife is out of school. Shouldn't I come to pick her up personally?"

"Who said I'm your wife? Didn't you let Randall..."

"Uncle Patrick, she has nothing to do with me. I don't know anything. I'm leaving. Don't think about me, don't mention me, and don't care about me."

Randall was afraid that Vera would say something that related to him.

If that happened, he had experienced Patrick's jealous tantrums before.

Randall immediately interrupted Vera, quickly defending himself first. Then, he grabbed a stack of books from the table and ran off.

Vera was confused. "Why is Ran hiding? I'm not going to hit him." Patrick voiced Randall's thoughts, "He's afraid I'll hit him."

Vera turned her head and glared angrily at Patrick.

In the classroom, Patrick, dressed in business attire, exuded an air of nobility at first glance. At this moment, however, he was smiling warmly, staring at the charming Vera. "Vera, do you want to come to the company with me?"

"No, there are so many women there. You can just pick one," Vera replied.

Patrick said, "Darling, don't be mad. I know I was wrong about that incident. I promise I won't do it again, okay?"

Vera shook her head. "No, do you think my anger will just disappear like that? You wanted to make me jealous, and now you're the one suffering the consequences." Patrick reached out to gently patted her back, soothing her emotions.

Someone in the classroom posted the video they secretly recorded on the school forum.

Evergreen University's forum was the most active, and when everyone saw the video of the humble Patrick coaxing his wife, it instantly became the trending of gossip. [Give the location, I want to watch.]

[Me too.]

[Count me in.]

Vera's classmates posted the location of their teaching building on the forum.

In no time, people could visibly see the classroom, which had normal seating just moments ago, quickly filling up.

Everyone was holding books, pretending to study.

In reality, their hearts, eyes, and ears were all focused on Vera and Patrick.

More people arrived, but the classroom was already full.

So, someone picked up an eraser and started cleaning the already spotless blackboard.

More people arrived.

They found that even the eraser was taken.

So, someone picked up a broom.

More people arrived, this time with mops in hand.

Everyone present knew exactly why they were there.

Patrick, of course, was aware.

He gently coaxed his pouting sweetheart. "Let's go to the company first, and you can be mad later, okay? We're disturbing the other students' studies here." The nearby students, upon hearing this, were almost dumbfounded.

Was this fawning tone really befitting a business tycoon?

Vera also noticed the unusual number of people around, with more still coming in.

She sulked, got up, slung her handbag over her arm, and reached for her books with the other hand.

Patrick immediately took her bag from her arm, and with one hand, he grabbed the three books on the table for her.

With his other free hand, he held hers tightly.

As they were about to leave the classroom, a bold student, Bella Baker, stood up and blocked their way.

"Mr. Olteran, can I get your autograph? I really admire you. I'm a freshman in the business school, and I chose to study economics because of you. I really, really like you." Vera looked at the girl in front of her, who was saying she really liked her husband!

Her anger surged instantly.

"What's so great about an autograph? You're a student. Are you here to idolize people?" The newly appointed principal, Vera, was furious.

Bella was almost in tears at Vera's jealous outburst.

Patrick, on the other hand, was very happy to see her lose her temper.

"Mrs. Olteran, I just admire your husband," Bella said, too scared to say more.

Vera domineeringly said, "Only I can admire my husband. Don't you have a husband?"

"No."

"Then don't you have a boyfriend?"

Bella shook her head. "No, I don't."

Vera paused for a second and continued, "If you don't have a boyfriend, go get one. What's the point of admiring my husband? You have four years of college. Don't you want to date? Our school encourages dating." Bella was scolded to tears by Vera.

Patrick hugged the jealous Vera with one arm, holding her close. "Darling, I won't sign any autographs, only for you, okay? Don't be jealous."

"I'm not jealous." Vera stubbornly insisted.

"Okay, you're not jealous. I'm the one who's jealous. Let's go, to the company."

Patrick didn't sign a single autograph and instead held Vera's hand the entire time as they left.

Back in the car, he placed her bag and books in the back seat. He got in the car and gently fastened her seatbelt in the passenger seat. He was so considerate and tender in actions. "Sweetheart, will you come home with me today?" he asked from close range.

Vera pouted. "I'm going home because I miss Shawn, not because I've forgiven you. You're sleeping in the study tonight."

"The study doesn't have a bed," Patrick said.

Vera remembered the sofa she used to use as a bed. "Didn't you have Tom move my 'bed' away? Have Tom move the sofa to your study when we get back."

Vera's room was large, with three sofas inside. One long one she used as a bed was later ordered to be moved by Patrick.

Only two small single sofas were left, which could only be sat on, not laid on.

Because the long sofa was moved, the bedroom had a lot more space.

Patrick said, "I can sleep on the carpet in the master bedroom."

Vera gave a perfunctory smile and then said, "In your dreams."

She wouldn't even let Patrick sleep in the empty space she used for storing miscellaneous items.

Patrick sighed, and finally, looking at Vera's infuriating mouth, he kissed her.

"Patrick, I'm still angry with you. Why are you kissing me?"

Patrick's kiss was tender. He didn't forcefully hold the back of her head to seal her lips but gently brushed his lips against hers. Vera angrily pushed Patrick.

However, ;she couldn't push him away.

Men really did have the strength!

He only let go when he had kissed enough, looking at Vera's eyes filled with anger.

Her earlier flailing, in his eyes, was just like a little soft cat moving its upper limbs in his arms, scratching everywhere, very cute.

"Patrick, you're not good at dating!"

Patrick replied, "I've never dated before."

"Are you kidding? You don't have an ex?"

Patrick started the car and drove away with her.

"If I had an ex, we wouldn't be married."