The CEO's Mischievous Little Bride

"Shawn sneaked another chocolate ice cream, two cones, and a fruity popsicle."

Vera was surprised. A young man eating so much would be unbearable, but Shawn, a man in his seventies, eating this much would surely lead to trouble. Patrick, upon hearing this, clenched his fists and then relaxed them. "I understand, you go rest now."

Tom left the study.

When they were alone, Patrick stood up and turned to look at Vera beside him.

Vera, with teary eyes, gazed at Patrick. "Darling."

"What's wrong?" Patrick's voice was pleasant, magnetic, with a slightly raised tone, waiting for Vera to continue.

Vera hesitated, then hugged Patrick's waist, nestling into his embrace. "Thank you."

A simple sentence conveyed Vera's understanding of his good intentions.

A smile appeared on Patrick's cold face.

He raised his hand around her slender waist, the other hand caressing the back of her head.

"Feeling better now?"

Vera nodded in his embrace.

"Get some rest early tonight. We'll take over at the hospital tomorrow."

Vera nodded again, but she didn't move away from Patrick's embrace.

After five minutes of embrace, Patrick couldn't help but remind her, "If you keep hugging me, we'll end up sleeping in the study tonight." Only then did Vera blush and release herself from Patrick's embrace.

In the hospital, Shawn also woke up.

It took him a while to realize he was in the hospital.

Seeing him awake, Cindy and Vincent hurried over to ask how he was feeling.

"My stomach still hurts," Shawn said.

Vincent quickly called for Randall, "Randall, go to the doctor's office and get the doctor to check on your grandpa again."

Randall ran off quickly, and when he returned, a doctor in a white coat followed behind him.

Seeing Shawn conscious, the doctor asked him, "Mr. Olteran, how many ice creams did you eat this afternoon?"

Thinking about the trash in the bedroom bin, Shawn hesitated, saying, "I can't remember."

Cindy interjected, "I remember clearly, it was three. Vera didn't let my dad eat more, at most it was three."

The doctor interrupted Cindy, looking at Shawn. "Mr. Olteran, you are the patient, only you know how serious it is tonight. If you really can't remember, then don't answer me. But you must remember, you can't eat these cold things excessively in the future."

Shawn nodded.

Vincent had already noticed something was wrong. After the doctor left, he asked his father, "Dad, did you sneak some?"

Shawn instantly closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep.

Cindy had been with him for many years and understood Shawn. Seeing him avoid the question, Cindy also believed he had sneaked.

"Dad, how could you do this? If you wanted to eat, you could have waited until tomorrow. By sneaking ice creams today, you ended up in the hospital, scaring Vera, making her worry and regret. Her eyes are swollen from crying today, little did she know it was because you sneaked more ice creams."

Shawn never expected that it would make him hospitalized. It was embarrassing for him, a man in his seventies, to be caught in such a situation.

Vincent kept pressing him for an answer.

"Dad, it's just us in the room; no one else knows what you did. Tell me, how many ice creams did you sneak this afternoon?"

Shawn opened his eyes, his gaze evasive. "I just had a few."

Randall also asked, "Grandpa, how many is a few?"

Shawn never imagined he would be in this situation one day.

Not only was he caught sneaking ice creams, but he was also being questioned by his son, daughter-in-law, and grandson at the same time.

His dignity was completely gone!

They kept asking him, and finally, Shawn, feeling annoyed, said, "Four."

Cindy, Vincent, and Randall were shocked.

Cindy exclaimed first, "Dad, you're out of your mind. Three plus four equals seven; you had seven ice creams this afternoon. Randall wouldn't even eat that much." Vincent was also surprised by Shawn's childish behavior and lack of self-control.

Randall said, "When Uncle Patrick and Vera come to see you tomorrow, you should admit your mistake voluntarily."

"I'm your grandpa, their father; why should I admit a mistake? Where did I go wrong?" Shawn, concerned about his image, became agitated upon hearing Randall's words.

However, Randall persisted. "You don't know, now all the servants at home must be misunderstanding Vera. When Uncle Patrick left, his expression was frightening. He must be scolding Vera at home. But she's innocent, all because of your sneaky actions."

"Get out, all of you." Shawn finally got fed up and shooed them away. With a stern face, he grumbled as they left, "Annoying, go, get Tom for me; all of you leave."

Randall said, "You won't let me speak. Grandpa, you've set a bad example for me. If I make a mistake in the future, I won't apologize either."

"How dare you!"

Shawn now wished he could grab his cane and give Randall a good beating.

Vincent saw Shawn getting agitated, and as he was still a patient, he didn't want Shawn to get angry again, which wouldn't be conducive to his recovery. "Randall, take your mom out first. Let your grandpa have a good night's sleep."

Cindy said, "Darling, I'll stay with you."

Vincent patted Cindy's shoulder and whispered something in her ear. Cindy understood and obediently got up, pulling the furious Randall out of the ward. "Mom, what are you doing? My grandpa is such a stubborn old man; I have to talk to him." Randall was still a bit regretful as he was being pulled out. Thinking of Vincent's advice earlier, Cindy asked Randall, "Was Uncle Patrick really in a bad mood when he left?"

Randall nodded, and seriously said, "I asked him whether he was going to scold Vera when he got home, but he didn't reply and just left with Vera."

Cindy imagined Patrick with a stern face, dragging Vera home, locking her in and hitting her. The thought of Vera being hurt and crying made her heart ache.

Having witnessed Patrick's harshness toward Randall, she knew he could be quite severe. Since she and Patrick had never lived together and barely spoke throughout the year, she didn't know him well, but she suspected he had a tendency toward violence and wasn't gentle.

The more Cindy thought about it, the more terrifying the situation seemed.

If something bad happened to the daughter of the Linister family, how could they handle it? The Linister family cherished Vera so much, if they found out she had suffered such injustice in the Olteran family, how could they stay calm? She quickly took out her phone and dialed Patrick's number.

The Olteran Manor.

Vera was once again in Patrick's arms.

She softly said, "Darling, I'm feeling hot."