The CEO's Mischievous Little Bride
Chapter 110 I'm Satisfied

Shawn was puzzled. "Is Patrick so kind today? Just apologizing is fine?"

Randall was also curious. "Uncle Patrick didn't give you any other punishment?"

Vera said, "He apologized to me; why would he punish me?"

"What? He apologized to you!" Shawn exclaimed excitedly.

What was going on exactly?

Weren't they the ones at fault first? Why would Patrick apologize to her?

Vera nodded. "Yes, he wrongly accused me of stealing ice cream at school, so I asked him to apologize to me. He apologized, I didn't forgive him, and then I left."

Randall and Shawn were dumbfounded.

Randall knew Vera well.

She was silly, unable to hold so much information.

So, he reminded her, "Did you forget that you went to apologize? We were the ones who stole spicy potato chips, Uncle Patrick found out, and then he dragged you to the study."

This time, it was Vera's turn to be shocked.

Yes, she was the one who went to apologize!

Then what was she doing just now?

Vera recalled; she looked at Randall with a frown, on the verge of tears. "What should I do? I just lost my temper at him."

Randall patted Vera's shoulder, with a serious tone, saying, "For the sake of our twelve-year friendship, I won't stand by and watch you die without doing anything. I will definitely buy you the best coffin and give you a decent burial." Vera looked at Shawn. "Shawn, help me. I was confused just now, I don't even know why I suddenly got very angry and argued with Patrick, what should I do?"

Shawn, avoiding eye contact, came up with an idea. "Why don't you, go in and apologize, maybe he will handle it leniently."

"I'm scared," Vera hesitated.

Thinking about Patrick's decisive and ruthless temper toward subordinates, she was afraid she would be scolded if she went in.

However, Randall pushed her shoulder, encouraging her. "Go on, I'll definitely buy you the best coffin. Waterproof, moisture-proof, and insect-proof, ensuring your body remains undecayed for a thousand years." "Randall, don't push me!"

Randall had already pushed her to the door of Patrick's study.

Then, he and Shawn quickly retreated, moving away from there. Vera was at a loss.

Shawn and Randall both waved to Vera, indicating for her to go.

Vera had no choice but to grit her teeth, mentally preparing herself, and raised her hand to knock on the door.

She knocked once, but there was no response.

Vera opened the door a crack and saw Patrick inside, expressionless, which made her feel scared.

She hesitated before even approaching him.

Summoning her courage, she pushed the door open and walked in, gently closing it behind her.

Her steps were small as she slowly moved toward Patrick.

With her head down, fingers twisting, she apologized, "Dear, I'm sorry; I didn't put myself in the right place just now; I was wrong again."

Patrick was in a good mood; he looked at Vera's forehead. "You were angry just now, weren't you? You can continue to be angry."

Vera shook her head. "No, I'm not angry."

Patrick asked her, "Your attitude in admitting your mistake is not good; I won't forgive you."

"Darling." she looked up at the cold Patrick, speaking in a coquettish tone, "I was wrong, just teach me nicely, do you really want to hit me?"

Patrick sneered. ;"Hit you? Then I would become an abuser."

Vera nodded. "Yes, Darling, so I think you shouldn't hit me. I'm young; you should comfort and teach me slowly. I'm a bit naive, I made a mistake, I know I was wrong, you should give me a chance to correct my mistakes."

Patrick looked at the cunning Vera. "But, what if I don't want to give you a chance?"

"Darling, please give me one. I beg you." Vera went to Patrick's desk, holding his hand and acting cute. "I promise, I won't eat any snacks during my period, all snacks; I also promise to listen to you in the future, be obedient, not argue, not talk back, not be stubborn, not annoy you. I also promise not to be troublesome, not throw tantrums, not badmouth you behind your back, OK? Darling, please."

Patrick remained cold as ever, he picked up a piece of paper from the printer next to him, took out his pen and placed it on the table, then turned to the clingy Vera. "Go write a pledge."

"What?"

Patrick said, "Write a pledge and post it on the bedroom wall to remind you to follow it every day."

"No, I'll remember it in my heart," Vera negotiated with Patrick.

He smiled. "No."

Regretting her words, Vera bit her tongue; she should have said less.

She didn't want to write.

Patrick touched her hand, looking at her. "Write it?"

Vera pouted. "Darling, I don't want to write a pledge."

Patrick said, "Then say something I want to hear, and I'll be satisfied and waive your punishment this time." Vera thought it was easy; she had plenty of words to praise him.

"Darling, you're really handsome."

Patrick shook his head.

Vera continued, "Darling, everyone admires your charm."

Patrick kept shaking his head.

Vera said, "Darling, you're a charming and unique gentleman, a peerless handsome young man."

Patrick summarized her praise, saying, "You should read fewer romance novels in the future. Go on!"

Vera stuck out her tongue. "Darling, what do you want to hear?"

"I'll let you think; if you can't come up with anything, then write the pledge."

Vera was worried; what should she say that he wanted to hear?

"How about I meow for you?" she tentatively asked.

After all, Patrick always treated her like a little kitten.

Patrick pulled her into his arms, making her sit on his lap, and tapped her head. "Put away all those thoughts in your head."

"OK." Vera lowered her head, looking at the blank paper. Did she really have to write a pledge?

She felt so unhappy.

Vera remained silent for five minutes, then suddenly, in a low voice, almost like a mosquito's buzz, she asked, "Darling, can I say I like you, do you want to hear it?" Although her voice was very soft, Patrick heard it clearly, listening attentively.

Her voice was so soft, yet so direct. It felt like an arrow piercing his heart, but without pain.

Her voice made him feel so tender. This kind of feeling was something he had never experienced before.

His throat rolled, looking at Vera, whose ears had turned very red.

Vera blushed, muttering to herself, "So you don't like to hear it either."

As she was about to give up praising him and prepare to pick up the pen to write the pledge.

The paper on the table was suddenly pulled away, and the pen in her hand was taken away. "What?"

Patrick lifted her up in his arms; Vera was stunned in his embrace. "Darling?"

Patrick said, "I'm satisfied."