The CEO's Mischievous Little Bride

Patrick sat on the edge of the bed, and another pair of feet landed on his lap.

Patrick grabbed Vera's foot and pulled her from one side of the bed to his side.

Vera slid across the bed.

Her hair was all disheveled.

She had been lying down properly, but after being pulled over, Vera sat up and ended up right next to Patrick. She looked adorably confused. "You pulled my foot."

Patrick asked, "Would you rather I pull your head?"

Vera wanted to act out, but Patrick held her hand and warned, "Do you want to lose your hand?"

Vera tried to pull her hand back but found she couldn't.

"If you don't go sleep in the study, I'll sleep in the guest room."

"You want the whole family to know we're fighting and sleeping in separate rooms?"

Vera said, "It's normal for couples to have disagreements."

Patrick said, "We're newlyweds. If we have conflicts, the three 'mediators' in the family and the two 'spectators' will take turns talking to us. As long as you don't mind the hassle, we can sleep in separate rooms."

Vera could already imagine the scene in which she sat in the middle between Cindy and Shawn, Two others who didn't care about the couple's quarrel but were just curious about why they were fighting.

Seeing that Vera was listening, Patrick picked her up and placed her in the middle of the bed. "Do you still want to sleep in separate rooms?"

"Yes." Vera added, "Honey, you go sleep in the study. I've even thought of an excuse for you. Just say you're busy with work and need to work late in the study, and you're worried about disturbing my sleep, so you decided to sleep there. That way, our family will think we have a deep bond and won't know I can't stand you."

Patrick looked at the considerate Vera, who even came up with an excuse for him.

At that moment, he wanted to teach her a lesson.

He said, "A deep bond means mutual feelings. You and I sleeping in the study together would show a deep bond."

Vera frowned, puffed her cheeks, and shook her head. "It's enough if you have deep feelings for me. I don't need to have deep feelings for you."

"Did you forget the pain from last night?"

Thinking about last night, Vera kicked Patrick even harder.

Her feet were out of control, and Patrick pulled Vera under him. "Do you want to feel the pain again?"

Vera shook her head.

Patrick said, "If you push me away again, last night's events will repeat."

Vera cursed Patrick in her mind, 'Overindulgence leads to impotence.'

"So if I don't push you to the study, you'll let me off tonight?" Vera asked.

Patrick retorted "When did I say we'd continue tonight?"

"This afternoon, you acted like you wanted to make love tonight."

That's what worried Vera, fearing a repeat of last night's experience and not being able to get up in the morning to drag Patrick for a check-up.

Patrick had no idea what Vera had misunderstood.

Vera continued, "You definitely won't let me off tonight, making me sleep late and unable to get up in the morning, so I can't take you for a check-up, and you'll just brush it off." Patrick asked, "So you're pushing me away tonight to avoid intimacy?"

Vera nodded.

Patrick laughed at Vera's childish thoughts.

"Relax, I won't touch you tonight."

Vera skeptically asked, "Really?"

"Unless you want to..."

"I don't, not at all."

Vera covered her eyes with her hands. "Turn off the light. I'm going to sleep now."

Patrick was helpless.

The room lights turned off, and Patrick held Vera, ready to sleep.

Vera rolled away on the bed.

Patrick pulled her back.

When Vera tried to slip away again, a pair of hands wrapped around her waist, locking her in his arms, unable to escape.

Patrick said, "You should get a check-up too tomorrow."

Vera, pretending to sleep, thought, 'You want me to draw blood? No way!'

The next morning, Patrick watched Vera being carefree in front of him.

Vera drank water, milk, and juice. She also ate fried eggs, bacon, and sandwiches.

Vera deliberately ate and drank in front of Patrick.

Then she obediently said, "Honey, the doctor said I need to fast in the morning. My stomach is full, so I can't get a check-up."

Patrick knew Vera did it on purpose.

At the hospital, Vera started leading the way.

The nurse asked questions, and Vera answered.

The nurse tried to talk more with Patrick, but Vera intercepted every time.

She was aware of the nurse's intention. The nurse asked some questions three times, and even though Vera had already answered, she still directed them at Patrick. The nurse got annoyed. "Was I asking you?"

Vera got even more annoyed. "You were asking my husband."

Seeing she was a nurse working hard at the reception, Vera didn't argue with her. However, the nurse didn't realize and continued to argue.

Vera filled out the form and slapped it on the table.

Angrily, she pulled Patrick away.

Vera feared if she stayed longer, she would beat the nurse.

Vera was jealous.

Patrick chuckled.

He held Vera, saying, "Now everyone knows you're my wife."

Vera said, "A check-up can make me furious. Honey, from now on, only I can accompany you to the hospital, got it?"

"That nurse at the door must be blind not to know I'm your wife.

"She was so 'considerate,' almost treating you like a child, even wanting to hold your hand during the blood draw. She wanted to accompany you throughout the check-up, practically replacing me as your wife." "I wrote my phone number today. If I had written yours, you'd get a friend request from a stranger by the time we got home."

Patrick didn't say anything; he just listened to Vera's complaints.

They reached the third floor, the designated check-up area.

A nurse named Ava Davis was waiting at the door. "Mr. Olteran, Mrs. Olteran. I'm Ava Davis, responsible for Mr. Olteran's check-up."

Vera found Ava quite agreeable and let her accompany them.

Vera realized she had become a middle-aged woman, worrying about her husband being noticed by young girls and forgetting she was also a young girl.

Patrick went to draw blood, and Vera held his coat, talking to him, "Honey, I'm really upset."

Patrick watched the needle go into his arm, "Still about the nurse at the door?"

Vera responded, "Am I being petty?"

"It's normal. I'd be angry if someone had bad intentions toward you."

After the blood draw, Patrick pressed the cotton ball and walked with Vera. "I promise, next time you come to the hospital, you won't see her." He threw the cotton ball into the trash bin. Ava followed them, curious, asking, "Mrs. Olteran, who were you talking about?"

Vera replied, "The nurse at the door. Do you know her?"