The CEO's Mischievous Little Bride
Chapter 108 Mischievous Deeds Uncovered

"Darling, my stomach hurts." She rolled on the bed, rolling over to Patrick's side.

Patrick sat on the bed, leaning against the headboard reading a book, while Vera was next to him. He glanced at her, allowing her to continue pretending to be in pain.

"Darling, my stomach really hurts; I'm in so much pain." She tried again.

This time, Patrick reached out and placed his hand on her abdomen, gently massaging it for her.

"Darling, rubbing my stomach isn't working this time. Only ice cream can relieve the pain."

Patrick closed the book and placed it on the bedside table.

Seeing his gesture, Vera thought, 'Is he agreeing to let me have some?'

She was delighted, but soon Patrick hugged her in his arms. "Rubbing your stomach doesn't work, so I'll just sleep with you. When you fall asleep, your stomach won't hurt anymore." "I!" Vera pouted in anger. "I don't want to sleep!"

Patrick never thought that one day he would argue with Vera over her menstrual cycle.

"Darling, I want to go see the stars."

Patrick said, "It's cloudy today, no stars."

"Darling, then I have something to discuss with Randall."

Patrick pinched Vera's cheek, his charming voice hovering over her head, telling her, "After 8 o'clock in the evening, you two are not allowed to meet."

"Then I'll go talk to my dad."

"Dad's asleep."

"Darling."

"Before the 24th, if I catch you sneaking ice cream, there will be no such snacks in the house in the future."

Vera sighed in frustration, muttering, "My parents said you were good to me, but you won't even let me have ice cream. You're not nice at all." Patrick brushed off Vera's complaints, admitting to her words. "Yes, I'm not nice to you at all; I even mistreat you at home."

"You know it."

Vera quietly complained in his arms, unknowingly falling asleep, her stomach no longer hurting, and she no longer pestered for ice cream.

In the middle of the night, Patrick got up and had the household staff hide the ice cream in the fridge to prevent her from sneaking it when he wasn't home.

"If Mrs. Olteran asks for ice cream tomorrow, tell her the person who knows where the ice cream is stored; I will dismiss them directly and never hire them again." Patrick threatened.

The staff responsible for hiding the ice cream all agreed.

Tom also joined in hiding the ice cream. "Patrick, what if Shawn also wants some?"

Patrick looked at Tom sharply. "Let him come to me for it."

Tom chuckled.

It seemed that Patrick was the one with the authority at home, able to control Shawn's greed.

With Patrick's late-night actions, the next day at the Olteran family's dining table, both Vera and Shawn looked unhappy, each more displeased than the other.

Vera got up early and was about to open the fridge to grab a snack. "Empty?"

She opened every cabinet in the fridge and found not a single ice cream left.

Shawn, who also got up early, came over sneakily looking for ice cream.

"Why is it empty? There were twenty or thirty left yesterday."

Shawn carefully searched through the fridge cabinets, but there was no trace of any ice cream.

Vera and Shawn went to Tom together to demand an explanation.

"Why did the ice cream in the fridge disappear?"

Tom replied, "Patrick said if you want ice cream, you have to ask him; the same goes for Shawn." With Patrick's words, Vera and Shawn clearly felt his authority and didn't dare to ask him for it.

So, at the dining table, they all glared at Patrick in unison.

Cindy asked, "What are you all looking at Patrick for?"

Patrick smiled faintly. "Cindy, Vera loves me."

"How can I love you when you hide my ice cream?" She shouted at Patrick in front of everyone at the dining table.

The servants were shocked. That was Patrick! Moody and difficult to deal with, the ruthless business king, Patrick. Vera was arguing with him directly without considering his personal image? Patrick remained calm.

He didn't get angry about it.

He turned to Vera, soothing her emotions. "What did I say last night?"

"I didn't listen; I don't want you to control me."

Shawn thought Vera was too powerful, speaking up for him. "Vera, don't argue with Patrick here. When you come home from school today, buy a few more ice creams and bring me a chocolate-flavored one." Vera snorted and agreed to Shawn's request.

Patrick leisurely ate his breakfast in a very good mood.

Before sending Vera to school, he whispered in her ear, making her instantly angry. "No way!"

Patrick said, "Behave yourself. After the 24th of this month, I won't control your diet."

Patrick succeeded in his scheme, watching Vera's car leave his sight.

Shawn was curious and asked Patrick, "What did you just threaten Vera with?"

"I didn't threaten her; I just told her that if she misbehaves at school and sneaks ice cream, I will personally come to the school to catch her, appearing in the name of her husband." Patrick said calmly.

He knew that Vera didn't want their identity revealed at school, but Patrick deliberately used this as a threat, forcing Vera to restrain her diet.

Shawn pointed at Patrick angrily. "You are a cunning man, using business tactics on both me and your wife. Patrick, don't push it to the point where Vera won't stay with you and wants a divorce." Mr. Olteran glanced at his furious father indifferently. "Didn't you ask her to marry me? And..." he smirked. "After becoming my wife without my permission, would she dare to divorce me?" With his words, Shawn was speechless.

Patrick went to his car, saying to Shawn, "Don't be angry, within a week, you won't get to eat a single ice cream."

"Patrick, I'm your father! It's fine if you control your wife, but do you want to control me too?" Shawn shouted in anger, almost jumping up.

Patrick calmly drove past him in his car

Shawn was so angry he wanted to pick up a stone from the ground and throw it at Patrick's car.

However, the floor in the house was too tidy, not a single stone in sight.

He angrily returned to the living room.

Patrick thought he could control Vera's ice cream consumption and considered it a major accomplishment. However, he didn't expect that when he returned home from work that evening, as soon as he entered the living room, he smelled a strong spicy aroma. Upon closer inspection, he found Vera and Shawn had found a new snack-spicy potato chips.

"Shawn, there are several brands of spicy potato chips. We've just tried two flavors, and I'll let you taste the third one later. I bought a pack of each flavor."

"OK, Vera, you're so good to me; you're so filial." Shawn, with a runny nose from the spiciness, still wanted to eat.

Half of the water on the table had already been consumed.

Feeling the spiciness of the chips, Vera handed him a glass to drink.

Shawn did so immediately.

Soon after, Randall came out with three bottles of milk.