The CEO's Mischievous Little Bride
Chapter 439 Reflection

However, Patrick walked straight to her bedroom door. Seeing the slightly ajar door, he made eye contact with Vera, who was peeking from the doorway. Vera raised her hand, waved at Patrick through the narrow gap, and said, "Goodbye, honey."

After saying that, she quickly closed the door.

Patrick glanced towards Molly's room, where her door was also quietly closing.

Randall was in for a rough time, not just because of his wayward trip to replace Jeffrey but also due to his accusations that Patrick might stray.

This time, Patrick didn't hit Randall. He realized from Vera's personal experience that corporal punishment was more effective.

So, it was time for handstands for Randall!

Vera and Molly, separated by several walls, chatted on their phones.

[I wonder how Randall is doing now. How do you think Patrick will punish him?]

Molly replied: [Randall should be used to getting hit by now. Even if Patrick hits him again, he should be able to take it.]

Vera sent another message: [Don't be too sure. Patrick's hits really hurt.]

Molly: [You've been hit?]

Vera: [Yes.]

Patrick glanced at the chat group on the table, then at his own hand, clenching it into a fist.

Patrick was puzzled. He thought, 'Did I hit Vera?'

The phone on the table kept ringing, and with each new message, Patrick's desk vibrated.

Randall, who was being punished with a handstand, gritted his teeth and prayed to God that it wasn't Molly or Vera sending messages in the group! Cunning Patrick searched the chat history in the group for the keyword "Patrick."

There were 483 messages mentioning "Patrick."

Vera must be constantly mentioning him in the chat.

There were at least over 1000 messages discussing him.

Molly, Vera, and Randall spent all day talking about him instead of doing anything productive!

Randall pleaded, "Patrick, I can't hold on any longer."

"You hold on even if you can't!"

Patrick coldly glanced at Randall, who was doing a handstand. His arms were trembling, and his face was a bit red.

"Patrick, punish me with standing at attention. I'll keep it for two hours."

He would rather stand at attention for two hours than do a handstand for ten minutes.

Patrick said, "If you say one more word, you'll do a handstand for half an hour."

Randall gritted his teeth and endured.

Standing on his hands was pure torment.

Later, after the punishment ended, he was lectured for another ten minutes. After that, he didn't leave his room. In fact, he didn't even come down for dinner. Molly went to Randall's door, knocked, and asked softly, "Do you need me to call an ambulance for you?"

Randall's voice came from inside. "Don't waste medical resources; no need."

Molly asked, "Then what do you need?"

"Nothing."

Molly looked at Randall's bedroom and sighed, "He's really pitiful."

Vera was also dragged back to the bedroom by Patrick, who made her honestly explain every topic discussed in the group.

"Honey, are you..."

Patrick interrupted her, "I love you. I haven't changed. I haven't had an affair. I only have you."

Vera thought, 'Damn it, this tactic doesn't work.'

"If you love me, why don't you kiss me anymore? You used to kiss me every day. We just made up, but you're starting to hold me accountable again," Vera said loudly. She pouted and complained, "You say you love me, but men's words are all lies."

"Don't think you can distract me again." Patrick had been fooled a few times before. He wasn't stupid and wouldn't fall for it every time.

Vera realized this tactic had also failed.

Patrick asked, "Who in the chat group said: Patrick is a big pervert? Patrick is totally old-fashioned from the last century? Patrick must be crazy?

"And who in the group complained: Patrick must have some issues?"

Vera took a step back, wanting to escape.

Patrick extended his hand. "Come on, tell me, when did this hand hit you, and where did it hit you!"

Vera cursed internally, 'You snooped on our chat without our consent; how dare you act so brazen in front of me?'

"Speak!"

Vera swallowed hard, staring at Patrick's hand for what felt like an eternity. Finally, she managed to choke out, "Well, a smack on the butt counts as hitting, right?" Patrick was speechless.

He thought one day, Vera was going to be the death of him!

Patrick gritted his teeth. "Then tell me, why did you call me 'big pervert,' 'old-fashioned?"

Vera was helpless. It was so long ago that she had completely forgotten. How was she supposed to know what made her angry enough to call him that? "Vera, we haven't been married for a year, right?"

Vera didn't know what he meant by that.

Patrick snorted, "The number of times 'Patrick' appears in the group chat exceeds the number of days we've been married!" Vera understood.

She stammered, "I've also said good things about you in the group. I didn't just complain about you." Patrick picked up Vera's phone and asked her, "Then tell me, what does the group chat name mean?" The evidence was right there in front of Vera. She had no way to argue her way out of this.

Vera clutched the edge of her nightgown, unable to say anything.

Vera couldn't change what Patrick already knew.

Vera thought, 'How do I talk my way out of this?'

She scratched her head anxiously, realizing she was completely stuck.

"I was wrong, honey." She raised both hands in surrender and closed her eyes, directly admitting her mistake.

This move caught Patrick off guard.

He thought, 'She doesn't make any more excuses?'

With her big belly, she looked round and chubby. Raising her arms to admit her mistake, she looked incredibly cute in Patrick's eyes. Patrick thought, 'Wait! This isn't the time to go soft.'

"What did you do wrong?"

Vera said, "I shouldn't have complained about you to others." But she thought to herself, 'Next time, I'll delete the complaints after posting.' Vera continued, "I shouldn't have said you're old." Internally, she added, 'You are indeed older than me.'

Patrick said sternly, "Say what you really think."

Vera said, "Honey, I've been standing for a long time, my legs are numb."

She knew Patrick wouldn't let her stand there and hurt herself over old grievances, so she played the injured party.

Patrick suspected Vera was putting on an act, but he wasn't willing to gamble on that slim chance. "Go lie down on the bed and think about it." Vera immediately ran to the bed, lifted the covers, and got in.

After a while, Patrick also lay down on the bed.