The CEO's Mischievous Little Bride
Chapter 160 Seducing an Adult Girl into Crime

Vera's complaints turned into moans.

Her tongue had nowhere to hide, and she was kissed into a daze. She didn't even notice a pair of large hands slipping around her waist.

It wasn't until Patrick's hands slowly started to crawl up her body.

Vera shivered and pushed his hands away from her soft chest. "Honey, you're a rogue."

Patrick was lost in the kiss, wishing he could press her onto the desk, pin her beneath him, and fully enjoy the pleasures of sex.

They made up because of the passionate kiss they just shared.

Back in the bedroom, Patrick went to the bathroom to take a cold shower. Vera, wrapped in the blanket, shirked responsibility, saying, "It's not my fault; you're the one who gets a physical reaction from kissing." In the bathroom, Patrick closed his eyes.

When he was single, his physical desires were minimal.

Now that he's married, he's worse off than when he was single.

He didn't crave sex before, but now he couldn't get enough of it.

It seemed like God was testing his self-control.

Patrick came out of the shower with a towel wrapped around his waist.

Vera eyed his physique greedily, sneaking several glances at his chest muscles. She wanted to count his abs but didn't dare to be so bold.

Patrick deliberately walked around the bedroom with the towel.

Vera pouted angrily. "Honey, go put your clothes on. You can't seduce an adult girl into crime."

Patrick glanced at Vera lying on the bed. He had coaxed her, and now she was back to being talkative.

"I practice self-control every night; you can join me now."

Vera said, "You scoundrel."

Patrick raised an eyebrow. A hint of joy appeared at the corner of his mouth.

His phone rang, and he picked it up. "Hello."

Vera, curious again, crawled out of the covers and to the foot of the bed to watch Patrick take the call.

Patrick looked at Vera getting closer and closer. He said to the person on the other end, "I'll come over tomorrow. I just calmed my little kitten at home; I need to put her to sleep tonight to stabilize her emotions." Vera frowned and whispered, "Honey, who did you tell that I'm your kitten again?"

With his level of bragging, soon the whole world would know that the business tycoon Patrick married a kitten as his beloved wife. Just thinking about it was thrilling.

Vera continued to eavesdrop.

Patrick ignored her and continued talking, "I didn't come home last night, and my wife missed me so much she didn't sleep all night, crying her eyes out. If I'm not home again tonight, she'll probably cry herself blind by the time I get back." Vera, who had cried her heart out last night, felt a bit embarrassed.

"If she's throwing a fit at home, I can't focus on work outside. I'll be worried about her."

Feeling his concern, Vera hugged his waist, not caring whether he was dressed. At that moment, she just wanted to cling to him and keep watching him.

Patrick chatted for a while longer before hanging up.

Vera looked at his handsome face, her eyes curving into little crescents as she smiled. "Honey, where are you going?"

"Out of town."

Patrick didn't say much more. He pulled her hands off his waist. "You go to bed first. I'll pack my luggage."

"Let me help you pack." Vera volunteered.

She followed him.

"You?"

Vera nodded. "Honey, just wait and see. As your beloved wife, I must have some skills."

Vera pulled the suitcase into the walk-in closet. She opened the wardrobe and selected a few pieces of clothing of varying thickness, folding them and placing them in the suitcase. She then went to the drawer and took out a few pairs of socks. "Honey, how many days will you be on this trip?"

"Prepare for five days."

Vera took out six pairs of socks and placed them in her storage bag.

She also packed his underwear into a travel kit bag.

After half an hour of busy work,

Vera clapped her hands. "All done, honey. Are you satisfied?"

Patrick had been leaning against the door frame the whole time, watching her pack his clothes. He was very satisfied.

"Who have you packed for before? You're so good at this," Patrick probed.

Vera, having learned her lesson, didn't dare let him misunderstand. "I've seen my mom pack for my dad. Over time, I learned how to do it." Patrick was very pleased.

He was the first person Vera had ever voluntarily packed for.

"Honey, you're my first love."

Patrick was even more satisfied.

Vera asked, "Am I your first love?"

Clever Vera started to fish for information. "You can count having a crush."

Patrick said, "Silly girl." For a man nearing thirty to admit she was his first love, he couldn't bring himself to say it.

He didn't answer and turned to leave the walk-in closet.

Vera chased after him.  "Honey, to be fair, you have to tell me too."

Patrick asked, "Can't you feel who I care about?"

Of course, Vera could feel Patrick's affection for her, but she minded that he might have shown such affection to other girls before. "So, besides me, would you treat anyone else this well?"

Patrick looked deeply at his one and only Vera. "Vera, I have a purpose for being so partial to someone."

"What purpose?"

Patrick replied, "To have her accompany me for a lifetime."

Vera seemed to have a lightbulb moment, understanding his meaning. "Honey, I promise you, please continue to be partial to me."

As Patrick went to put on his pajamas, Vera leaned against the closet door. She said, "You have to go along with me, pamper me, be patient with me, listen to my complaints, my nagging, my rants..." Vera listed a series of ways to treat her well. Patrick changed into his pajamas and went to bed.

Seeing him get into bed, Vera suddenly remembered something. She quickly ran over and took a book from under her pillow, placing it in his suitcase.

"I almost forgot this. Without it, you won't sleep well at night."

Patrick chuckled.

He adjusted the pillow beside him and patted the spot next to him. "Get in bed. You didn't sleep at all last night; you can't stay up late tonight." Vera happily ran into his arms.

She turned off the light and rested her head on her special pillow.

Like a little kitten, Vera softly said in his arms, "Honey, I'm your wife. You can't yell at me anymore. If you yell at me, I won't have kids for you." Patrick's chest rumbled with laughter.

"Are you scared?"

Vera nodded. "Yes."

Having been awake for over thirty hours, Vera fell into a deep sleep within three minutes of being back in Patrick's arms.

Patrick held her for half an hour before gently placing a pillow under her head and slowly getting up, careful not to wake her. After tucking her in, he left the bedroom.

Shawn's bedroom.

Shawn was passionately playing the online card game Vera had recommended.