The CEO's Mischievous Little Bride
Chapter 185 Vera's Distress Over Fear of Cheating

After a moment, Vera suddenly remembered something and asked, "Honey, was it Newton who got hit on the head by an apple?"

Patrick asked, "Vera, did you study seriously in high school?"

"Does it have anything to do with this?"

He shook his head, more intrigued by how she managed to get into Evergreen University.

"Did you cheat on your exams?"

Vera shook her head adorably, speaking with a hint of grievance, "Honey, I didn't dare to cheat. The teacher said whoever cheats will be put into jail."

Patrick thought Vera getting into college was purely a stroke of luck. Otherwise, if there were any common sense questions on the exam, she would surely curse the question setter for being brainless.

He decided not to let Vera get involved in his search for Molly anymore because of her relationship with Mia, which would bring her subjective feelings into the matter. However, he had indeed seen the bite mark. If Mia was really his sister, Vera would be in a difficult position.

Patrick said, "Let's go, I'll take you out."

"Honey, let me make it clear in advance, I don't want to see any art exhibitions, go to museums, or visit creative parks."

Patrick asked, "How about a restaurant?"

Vera smiled sweetly, linking her arm with Patrick's and resting her head on his shoulder, acting coy. "Honey, you're the best."

With such a lovely wife, Patrick was happy every day. He held Vera's hand and led her out of the company.

After they left, Jack and Sophia started chatting. "Sophia, why does Mr. Olteran always skip work whenever Mrs. Olteran shows up?"

Sophia asked, "Why are you asking me?"

"Because you're married."

Before Patrick got married, he sometimes slept directly at the company. Now that he was married, whenever he sees Vera, work is the last thing on his mind.

Sophia replied, "Please don't compare me to him. I'm an ordinary person. He's not."

The extraordinary Patrick took Vera out for some delicious food again, which made Shawn, who was at home, quite upset. He complained to Randall about the unreliable couple for a long time.

"Randall, take me to keep an eye on them."

Randall, playing on his phone, said, "I'm not going."

Shawn said, "When we replace them, I'll help you vent your anger and beat them up."

Randall continued playing his racing game, looking at the phone screen. "Now you remember I'm your grandson? It's too late."

He was engrossed in his game, and Shawn, who was initially complaining, got hooked watching him.

"You're so bad at this. I told you to go left. Are you a newbie? Give it to me. I'll play." Shawn tried to grab his phone.

Randall immediately hid it. ;"Play your own."

Shawn took out his phone. "Download it for me. I'll play yours first."

Randall refused, and Shawn tried to snatch it. As Shawn grabbed his phone, Randall fell onto the couch. "Mom, Grandpa is taking my phone. Mom, help!"

Cindy peeked out, then went back inside as if she hadn't seen anything.

Randall thought, 'Why does she treat me like this?'

In the end, Shawn won. With Randall's phone in hand, he chose a motorcycle in the game.

"Don't push me off."

"I was the coolest when I rode motorcycles in my youth."

As soon as he finished speaking, the gunfire sounded on the phone screen, and the motorcycle Shawn was controlling immediately crashed into a wall. They both fell silent. So this was Shawn's idea of being cool?

"Give it back to me," Randall said, taking his phone and starting to play again.

Shawn watched intently from the side. "Hurry up, overtake them."

Seeing that Randall didn't manage to overtake, he began to criticize, "Look at you, so useless."

"If you think you can do better, go ahead."

Shawn glanced at the difficult race track. Given his earlier poor performance, he didn't take action. He put his hands behind his back. "I'll just guide you from the side."

"I think you just can't do it."

"Do you need a beating?"

Shawn picked up his cane to intimidate him.

They were anything but quiet, their game filled the living room with the sounds of their bickering. Shawn loved to play the role of a mentor, always offering advice, but he failed every time. He considered failure as the mother of success and continued to give guidance.

In the end, the game was over, and Randall had dropped from level 8 to level 5. They both stared at the ranking in silence.

During dinner, Shawn tried to appease Randall. "Randall."

"Don't call me."

"I just want to..."

"Don't pull me."

"No, this afternoon..."

"Don't talk."

Every time Shawn tried to speak, Randall interrupted him. Cindy scolded Randall for being disrespectful to Shawn.

"Alright, Cindy, don't be mad. Ran indeed respects me. Let's not always scold the child; he's my only grandson," Shawn said, now a kind and protective grandfather, defending Randall. It was a stark contrast to his earlier complaints about Randall on the couch.

Vera and Patrick returned from their date. She was carrying a paper bowl filled to the brim with delicious food they had brought back. "Shawn, are you still awake?"

Shawn, pretending well, slowly descended the stairs. "The heartless couple is back."

Vera smiled and acted cute. "Shawn, it's all Patrick's fault today. He suddenly wanted to take me out for delicious food, and now I've gained weight."

Shawn scoffed at Vera's words.

Vera raised her hand. "Shawn, look what this is."

Shawn had already smelled the food but was too proud to ask. Vera changed her shoes and walked up, presenting the various delicacies she had bought with both hands respectfully. "Randall may not be good, but I am. Even though I ate a lot of good food, I thought of you with every bite and brought it all back for you."

"That's good."

Shawn took the food and went to the dining room. He started complaining to Vera about how Randall didn't care for him.

"Shawn, you enjoy your food. I'll go teach him a lesson for you."

Vera put on a show, rolling up her sleeves and heading upstairs to replace Randall. Shawn felt comforted and happily started eating.

Patrick, spoiling the moment, reminded him, "Don't eat too much, or you'll end up in the hospital again tonight."

He hadn't wanted Vera to buy so much food at the store, but he couldn't control her. She bought so much for Shawn that they could barely carry it all back.

"You are so ungrateful!"

Patrick awkwardly touched his nose. "This is all kid's food. Eating too much at your age will do harm to your stomach. I'll prepare some antidiarrheal medicine and leave it by your bed tonight."

"Stop cursing me."

Patrick's phone rang. He glanced worriedly at Shawn and then went upstairs with his phone.

Vera had gone to Randall's room to play. As he passed by, Patrick heard laughter coming from inside. He pushed open Randall's bedroom door and saw Vera having a great time. "Play for a bit and then come back early. Go to bed early tonight."

"Alright."

Vera was like Patrick's daughter, playing with her friends outside while he, as a "parent," reminded her to come back early.