The CEO's Mischievous Little Bride
Chapter 125 The Photo

Patrick had no knowledge of makeups and never paid attention to them.

"Did you finish your makeup?" he asked.

The moment he saw Vera, he knew what his wife had been doing in the bathroom.

Even though he was a clueless man, he wasn't blind; he could tell that Vera's hair had been styled and her lip color had changed.

Vera sat down next to him. "Honey, how does my makeup look?"

Patrick, out of habit, wasn't good at complimenting his subordinates. The highest praise he could muster was, "It's okay."

However, Vera wasn't his subordinate, and his simple evaluation meant something different to Vera.

"You don't think it looks good? I'll go take it off and redo it."

"It looks good, very beautiful." Patrick grabbed Vera's hand to stop her from running off again. "If you touch up your makeup again, the flowers will lose their color." Vera glanced at the shy, vibrant flowers on the table and then thought about what he had said to her.

She smiled. "I just realized that older men are more sincere when they compliment their wives than younger men."

Patrick, being teased about his age, felt helpless.

She sat across from Patrick, holding the bouquet of flowers, and posed for him to take a picture.

A man taking a photo only needed to take the action; he couldn't expect the picture to be clear.

When that blurry photo was sent out, Ian asked in the group chat: [Patrick, who is this person with overlapping shadows?] Patrick replied: [Vera, and the flowers she gave me.]

Scott offered a friendly suggestion.

Scott: [Get a new phone. The pixels are too bad. If you don't have the money, I'll sponsor you a bit.] Everyone else also agreed with Scott and Ian.

When a woman took a photo, it had to go through filters and beautification before it could be posted. Vera, being a girl, was very particular about her photos.

"Honey, let me see your phone to check if the photo looks good. I'll add a filter before you post it."

Patrick replied, "I already posted it. You look beautiful."

"Really? Let me see." Vera was even more excited.

Patrick handed the phone over, and Vera scrolled through their chatting records, only to see a blurry picture. "Honey, where's the photo?"

"The one I just posted."

Vera showed him the phone. "This one?"

Patrick nodded without changing his expression.

"Is this beautiful?" Vera asked back, not even recognizing herself in the photo.

Patrick awkwardly coughed. "I think it's beautiful."

Jack, who was accompanying them, couldn't help but laugh when he saw the picture.

Patrick was indeed a genius in the business community, but the photos he took were unbearable to look at. She thought even an eight-year-old child could take better pictures. "Mr. Olteran, Mrs. Olteran, would you like me to take a photo of you two together?"

Vera felt that Patrick's photography skills had wasted her makeup.

She looked at Jack beside her. "Can you? If your photo turns out the same, then I'm dining and dashing today."

"I won't took the same picture as Mr. Olteran's, but you can dine and dash, Mrs. Olteran."

Vera looked at Patrick, who was avoiding her gaze, and angrily handed the phone to Jack beside her. "Take a good picture of me. It doesn't matter if Patrick's face are well took or not." Patrick could tell from Vera's words that she was angry.

Landon was perceptive. From their interaction, he could tell that Patrick doted on Vera very much.

So, he said, "Mr. Olteran, please sit behind Mrs. Olteran."

Patrick glanced at the pouting Vera; she looked very unhappy.

Patrick stood up and, following Jack's instructions, sat beside Vera, his long arm draped over her shoulder, with the vibrant roses lying in her lap.

While taking photos, Vera temporarily set aside her anger.

She leaned her head slightly toward Patrick's chest, smiling sweetly. She used a little trick, deliberately showing the hand with her wedding ring clasped with his ringed hand. After taking many photos, Jack handed the phone to Vera. "Mrs. Olteran, please take a look."

Vera looked at them and was very satisfied with each one.

She nodded approvingly and then handed the phone to Patrick. "Repost one of our clear pictures to the group. Don't post that blurry one."

Patrick, under Vera's watchful eyes, posted a clear picture to the group.

Scott immediately chimed in: [You got a new phone so quickly. You got married so quickly, so as changing your phone.]

Joshua: [Focus on the main point. It's a couple's photo. Have any of us ever had a photo with Patrick in all these years?]

Ian: [This time, I can see Vera's face clearly. She's quite pretty. Patrick really lucked out marrying such a young wife.]

Vera had just finished ordering and asked Jack to prepare the food. She then moved her chair to sit beside Patrick and watched them chat. "Honey, I really like Ian. He's so funny."

Patrick turned to look at Vera. "He wet the bed until he was eighteen. Do you still like him?"

Vera immediately shook her head.

Patrick nodded in relief and continued watching his friends' lively conversation in the group.

He said to Vera, "I'll take you to Finland sometime. The Fisher family is in Finland. I'll introduce you to them during Christmas."

"You're going to introduce me to your friends?"

Patrick raised his hand and patted her head. "You should have met them long ago."

Vera's thoughts jumped around, and she smiled with eyes curved like little crescents, happily saying, "If we meet, I'll ask them for gifts. They should have given us gifts when we got married." "Sure, Scott is in charge of his family's finances now and is very wealthy. You can ask him for expensive gifts."

Before long, Vera's steak and foie gras were served.

She took out her phone to take pictures before eating.

"Honey, don't move. I haven't finished taking pictures yet."

After she finished taking pictures, they started eating.

"Do you want some red wine?" Patrick asked.

Steak, roses, and red wine seemed like the perfect match.

Vera shook her head. "I don't drink. I'm afraid of getting drunk. You can't drink either because I can't drive."

Patrick nodded. "I have nothing to do this weekend. I'll teach you how to drive at home. Once you learn, I'll buy you a car, and you can drive to school every day."

Vera thought about how her father, Warren, would loudly scold her when she was learning to drive, and her mother, Brianna, wouldn't even sit in the car she drove. "Honey, I'm a bit clumsy. Maybe you shouldn't teach me."

"But you're my wife. No matter how clumsy you are, I'll teach you." Patrick cut the steak on his plate and handed it to Vera. "Eat the piece I cut for you." Before they knew it, they had finished their meal.

Dusk had fallen outside.

The lights inside the restaurant were softly dim. The cello downstairs began to play, its melody winding and melodious.