The CEO's Mischievous Little Bride
Chapter 388 Can I Get a Ride?

Ellie walked over, lifted the blanket, and gently patted Molly's face.

Molly woke up groggily, blinked, and saw Ellie. "Mom?"

Ellie asked, "Are you here to take care of Sebastian, or is he here to take care of you?"

She even dared to take the hospital bed.

Molly suddenly remembered lying in bed earlier, trying to piece together fragments in her mind, and ended up falling asleep. She patted her head, "The hospital bed is magical; I fall asleep as soon as I lie down." There was still an unfinished sandwich from the morning on the table, and Ellie brought lunch for Molly and Sebastian.

"In the afternoon, you come home with me. Let Timothy take care of Sebastian."

Molly felt guilty. If she hadn't been caught taking Sebastian's bed, she might have stayed in the hospital. Now, Ellie completely disapproved of her, and she couldn't stay even if she wanted to. Sebastian naturally wanted Molly by his side instead of Timothy.

Even if she was sleeping, he could take care of her.

Sebastian said, "Molly has nothing to do at home; let her stay with me."

Molly immediately said, "Mom. Did you hear that? Sebastian asked me to stay. Last night it was me who wanted to stay. Today it was Sebastian who made me stay."

Ellie asked Sebastian, "Are you letting her stay to worsen your condition?"

Molly fell silent.

Sebastian smiled and said, "Not really. She can give massages. Last night she massaged my neck and relieved the soreness. She is somewhat useful here."

Ellie asked Molly, "You can give massages?"

Molly shrugged. "I can manage a little, but it's nothing special."

To her surprise, her massage last night had really done the trick for Sebastian. Looks like she'd be doing a bit more of that today.

While Molly and Sebastian were eating, Sebastian mentioned the Olteran family visiting in the morning. Ellie asked, "Why didn't you guys tell Timothy and me? We would have come earlier." Molly casually said, "Mom, no need to be so polite. They came to see Sebastian, and Vera had a checkup."

Ellie said, "Shawn came personally; Timothy and I should have come, too."

Molly muttered, "Why bother with all that?"

Sebastian heard her comment and noticed the amused smile at the corner of her mouth.

Ellie didn't hear and asked, "What did you say?"

"I'd rather not say," Molly replied with a grin. "You'd just end up scolding me."

Then Molly continued eating.

Later, Patrick took Ellie back home. Vera handed a sandwich she had brought along to Cindy, offering a taste.

Cindy, who had been preparing to look for Patrick, sighed, "Patrick, have you heard from Randall recently? He's been missing for days. I call, and he always hangs up quickly. Do you think he's off somewhere fun?" Patrick said, "I recently assigned him a task. He might have others around, making it inconvenient to take calls."

Patrick glanced at Vera, who bit her lip and nodded obediently to Patrick. "Honey, you go ahead. I'll talk to Cindy."

Patrick had never been great at handling women, especially ones like Cindy. So, he decided to pass the task of comforting her over to the ever-capable Vera.

Vera understood what he meant from a look.

Patrick was pleased and patted Vera's head. "I'll be in the study. Come replace me if you need anything."

Back in the study, Patrick called Randall.

Randall answered quickly, "I haven't found Dylan and Joe yet. Surveillance shows they took a black car. I'm tracking it down."

Randall was sitting in his car, unwrapping a sandwich with a drink beside him. He said while eating, "Patrick, have Vera comfort Cindy. Tell her not to worry about me. She's been calling, but I'm always with the police, so it's inconvenient to talk. She's worried I'll get scammed or kidnapped, imagining all sorts of bad things."

Patrick instructed, "Vera is already on it. Take care of yourself out there."

"I see."

Patrick heard Randall eating and asked, "What are you eating?"

"Bread and a drink."

Patrick said with concern, "Go get something nice to eat. Take care of your stomach on your trip. It wouldn't do to have a stomach problem at your age." "Okay," Randall replied.

After hanging up, Randall noticed a tall girl in a miniskirt with heavy makeup and a midriff-baring top standing by his car.

Jenna Graham bent down and knocked on Randall's passenger window. Randall glanced at her but didn't open the window. He started the car to leave. Jenna quickly opened the passenger door and bent down, speaking in a soft voice that gave Randall goosebumps, "Can I get a ride?" Randall was driving a luxury car worth millions, rare in Silvershore City.

Anyone driving such a car, especially with a Zandonick license plate, was clearly wealthy. She had to latch on to him.

Moreover, Jenna had seen Randall's face while he was on the phone and found him very attractive, making her even more determined. Randall said coldly, "No."

"Where are you going?" she asked in a soft voice, using a poor seduction tactic.

As Jenna prepared to sit in the passenger seat, Randall hit the gas just enough to make the car lurch forward. Jenna stumbled slightly but quickly regained her footing and tried to catch up. Randall said, "Police station."

His eyes showed no emotion, only disgust. "Need a free ride there?"

Realizing Randall's frustration, Jenna huffed and slammed the car door shut. Randall then sped off, leaving her behind.

Randall sped away.

Through the rearview mirror, Randall glanced at Jenna. He was repulsed by her overtly provocative demeanor. He'd seen much better-this kind was nothing but an eyesore to him.

Originally, Randall had planned to grab a bite, but feeling queasy, he decided to head back to the hotel to rest.

At the Olteran family, Vera comforted Cindy, telling her to give Randall some space and not always try to keep him close. Let him go out and develop his abilities.

Cindy was left speechless by Vera's words. Vera made sense; she couldn't always be looking for Randall.

Vera, holding Cindy's arm, returned to the living room. "Cindy, if you can't relax after a few days without seeing Randall, what will you do when he gets married and lives elsewhere? Will you visit him every day? How would Randall's future wife feel?" Cindy said, "Vera, I'm not that kind of person."

Vera said, "Of course, I know you're not. But seriously, Cindy, Randall is grown up. He can make his own decisions. As parents, you need to gradually let go. I understand your motherly concern. Let's take it step by step."