The CEO's Mischievous Little Bride

Molly was surprised. "Patrick?"

Patrick nodded, noticing the untouched dinner. "Why aren't you eating?"

Molly sighed, "I don't have much of an appetite when I'm alone."

Patrick saw cake on her cheek and handed her a napkin. "Wipe the cake off your face."

"What?"

Memories of Sebastian kissing her cheek flooded Molly's mind, making her heart flutter.

She wiped her face and asked, "Patrick, why are you here?"

"I came to pick you up," he replied.

Seeing she hadn't eaten and realizing they hadn't had a meal together since she returned, he asked, "Will you have dinner with me?" Molly nodded.

They cleared the untouched dishes, and Patrick ordered new ones.

Just as they started eating, Vera called.

Patrick answered, "Vera, Molly and I won't be home for dinner tonight."

Vera was surprised. "You two are together?"

"Yes."

Vera thought, 'Isn't Molly supposed to have a date with Sebastian today?'

Clever as she was, she quickly deduced, asking, "Sebastian must have left, and Molly's feeling a bit down?"

Patrick glanced at Molly, who was visibly downcast, and nodded in agreement.

Vera, with genuine concern, advised, "The rain's really coming down. Drive safely tonight, and get back as soon as you can." Patrick smiled and promised he would.

At the restaurant, Patrick and Molly sat in silence until their food arrived.

Patrick attentively tended to Molly, swapping out her utensils for a fresh set.

Molly was touched and asked, "Patrick, after I went missing, I transferred all my trust to Sebastian. Were you angry?"

Patrick smiled. "If I didn't have Vera, I might have been angry."

Now that he had Vera and their unborn baby, seeing Molly and Sebastian close didn't bother him much.

Molly shared her feelings. "Patrick, although I rarely talk to you and Vincent since I came back, I've never forgotten that I'm your sister, and I care about you both.

"I've been away so long that I don't know how to get close to you anymore.

"When you and Vincent showed concern, I felt guilty. I didn't know how to reciprocate. Just saying I care about you feels too shallow.

"I used to be carefree, basking in our parents' love and your affection. I could act spoiled and ask for gifts. Now, I feel I owe you all a lot."

Seeing Molly in tears, Patrick said, "Molly, we don't treat you well to get something in return. You don't owe us anything. Your presence brings joy to our family, never sadness."

Tears streamed down Molly's face. She had been feeling low since Sebastian left earlier, and Patrick's words only deepened her sorrow. "Patrick, I can't forget Savannah's death." Patrick also fell silent, thinking of Savannah.

While Dennis was contemplating a deal with the Miller family, someone called him.

Jeffrey answered, "Hello."

"I'm looking for Mr. Turner." It was Glen's voice.

Jeffrey handed the phone to Dennis. "It's Glen."

"How did you manage to escape?" Dennis asked. "What kind of call is this?"

Glen had learned that the Tooker Group was completely done for. He was of no more use to Dennis, and Dennis had no intention of bailing him out. Victor's crimes were confirmed, and he was awaiting sentencing.

As long as the Morales Group could track down the fraudulent accounts he'd made through the financial system, Glen would face prison as well. But he still had Emma.

Glen genuinely cared about Emma.

Glen demanded, "Mr. Turner, give me ten million dollars, and I'll keep your secret. I have nothing left but Emma. Send her abroad and ensure she lives a happy life, and I'll take all the blame and go to prison. "Otherwise, I'll reveal everything I've done for you over the years. Sebastian will find me soon. When I'm handed over to the court, I hope to see Emma and ensure she has ten million dollars."

Dennis, now being threatened by Glen, clenched his fist. "Where are you?"

Glen replied, "I know Jeffrey can kill people. I'm in a place only the police can find."

Dennis said coldly, "Don't dig your own grave."

Glen sighed, "I know Jeffrey's a killer. I'm in a place only the police would find."

Dennis's anger flared. "Don't make things worse for yourself."

"I'm fully aware that my path leads straight to death."

With that, Glen hung up. He stood in the rain, under surveillance. After his escape, he went to the company. The high-rise that once bore the Tooker Group's name was now a part of the Morales Group. He had become a joke.

While Dennis was trying to locate Glen, a commotion downstairs alerted everyone inside.

Jeffrey, peering out the window, said with widened eyes, "Mr. Turner, Glen's hiding right below us. Sebastian's here!"

Dennis squinted.

Glen was deliberately staying near his house. If anything happened to him, the police would first suspect them.

The rain continued to pour.

Patrick and Molly finished their meal and headed home. Patrick was particularly attentive to Molly, so his shoulders were drenched from the rain.

Molly said, "Patrick, your shoulder is wet. Vera will be worried about you when we get home."

Thinking of Vera, Patrick smiled and said, "With this heavy rain, it's a miracle Vera isn't out playing in the water herself. She won't have time to worry about me." The two talked a lot that evening, and the bond between Patrick and Molly grew stronger.

At the Olteran family home, Vera was having a great time.

Cindy saw Vera, who was acting like a child, playing outside in the rain with an umbrella. So she grabbed her own umbrella and went out to scold the disobedient Vera.

When Patrick got home, Vera was already sitting obediently in the living room, unusually well-behaved.

Patrick was surprised to see Vera. "You didn't go out to play in the rain?"

Shawn tattled, "No, Vera wouldn't be that obedient. She was just outside and got scolded back in by Cindy not long ago."

Vera looked sheepish.

Patrick chuckled, sitting beside Vera, and said affectionately, "I knew you wouldn't be able to stay put with this kind of downpour."

Vera bit her lip. "So, what did you have for dinner? You smell like meat."

Molly said, "You have a keen nose."

"I don't have a keen nose, I just have a smart brain. If Patrick took you out to eat, he wouldn't miss the chance to treat you to some meat." Molly joked, "Vera, are you sure you're really pregnant?"

Patrick smiled indulgently, holding Vera's hand as they went upstairs to change clothes.

Late at night, after finishing his work, Sebastian finally thought of Molly.

It was already late, and he didn't want to disturb her with a call, so he sent her a text message instead.