The CEO's Mischievous Little Bride
Chapter 128 She Said She's Lazy

Vera made a very good point. "If you put Evergreen University under my name, then I'm the principal. What kind of principal beats up students? If the media finds out, they'll definitely criticize me harshly. While criticizing me, they'll discover that my husband is the famous business tycoon Patrick from Donnicia. Then they'll scold me for 'not managing my husband well' and you for indulging your wife." Patrick found himself increasingly captivated by her words. He murmured, "No, when the media finds out that I'm your backing, those who criticize you will turn to praise you."

"Why?"

Patrick retorted, "Who dares to say a bad word about my wife? Do you think I'd let them off?"

Vera was stunned.

Why was Patrick so ruthless and terrifying?

However, he was also so domineering!

"Honey, you can't do that. You need to be a good person. Don't use your money and power to threaten people into submission. If one day you fall from grace, those people will trample all over you. You should always leave some room for maneuver." This was something Vera had concluded after a recent argument with Cindy and a spat with Shawn.

Patrick maintained his calm demeanor but spoke with an imperial tone unique to him. "That day will never come, and no one can command me."

He looked at the naive Vera. Perhaps she had only heard the legendary rise of the Olteran Group and didn't truly understand the business empire he had built.

"Vera, even if I spend every day idling at home with you, the Olteran Group will always be a myth."

Vera blinked, secretly thinking that he was arrogant.

"I'm not arrogant."

It was as if Patrick had developed mind-reading abilities. He guessed her thoughts from her expression.

Vera playfully stuck out her tongue. "What if I give you a spendthrift son who bankrupts the company?"

Patrick replied, "That won't happen, don't worry."

"Honey, why?"

Vera recalled how her professors could talk for hours when they mentioned Patrick's name in class, which she found boring. However, her parents also admired him greatly.

"Honey, do you have superpowers or something?"

Patrick's lips curled into a slight smile. "Why do you say that?"

"It feels like you're not an ordinary person."

Patrick felt helpless. He always felt like she was insulting him.

After the medicine on her back was absorbed, Patrick went to wash his hands. When he returned, Vera had already taken his book and put it under her pillow.

In a childish yet commanding tone, she ordered, "Sleep."

Patrick paused, then lay down on the bed, extending his arm for her to rest on, holding her as they were ready to sleep.

Before sleeping, Vera said, "Honey, resting on your arm has cured my neck pain."

Patrick said, "If you want to rest on my arm, just say so. No need for excuses."

"Honey, I want to rest on your arm again tomorrow night."

"As you wish."

The room was dim, and the lights were off. The autumn wind was strong; the window was half-open, letting in a cool breeze.

It was the coolness brought by nature.

The window curtains fluttered in the wind, dancing in the room.

The bed they had decorated for their wedding looked beautiful, and the little tassels swayed with the wind.

The stars in the sky were bright, and the grass on the ground was green.

The flowers in the room were still as vibrant as ever.

They embraced each other as lovers and had sweet dreams.

The next day, Vera didn't need to go to school, so she stayed in bed.

Previously, she would remind herself that this was Patrick's house and that staying in bed would be frowned upon. However, at some point, she started considering this place her home, sleeping in on weekends until she woke up naturally. No one dared to disturb her.

Randall was also sleeping under the quilt. Cindy got up early to take care of household chores. She wanted Vera to help her but then remembered Vera was still young, so she went to Randall's room. "Randall, get up and help me with a spreadsheet."

"No way, ask Dad."

Cindy said, "Your dad is out on a private visit with his colleagues. He's not home."

"Then ask Vera."

Cindy replied, "She's sleeping; you get up now."

Randall was furious. "Mom, I'm sleeping too."

"But you're awake now, aren't you?"

"That's because you woke me up. If you have the guts, go wake Vera up!"

Randall had realized that ever since Vera came to their house, his pampering had disappeared.

His mom, dad, and grandpa all liked Vera. He was ignored by them all the time unless they needed his help.

"Randall, if you don't behave, I'll get Patrick to wake you up."

Cindy threatened him.

Thinking of that terrifying man, Randall couldn't resist. He got out of bed angrily.

After helping Cindy with the spreadsheet, Randall immediately went back to his room to continue sleeping.

When Vera woke up, she stretched in bed. "Honey?"

No one responded.

She picked up her phone and saw that it was 9.00 a.m. Vera wrapped a knitted cardigan over her dress and went downstairs. Seeing a servant, she stopped and asked, "Where's Patrick?" "Mr. Olteran is in the study."

Vera turned around halfway down the stairs and went back up, heading straight to Patrick's study. "Honey, it's me."

"Come in."

Vera pushed the door open, yawning as she walked over to him. Seeing the various data charts on his computer, she rubbed her eyes. "I don't understand a single word on the screen. Honey, what are you doing working on the weekend?" "Working overtime."

Patrick swiveled his chair and opened his arms. Vera walked over and sat on his lap, as if she had done this a thousand times before.

Sitting on his lap, Vera yawned again. "I'm still not fully awake, even though I've slept for so long."

Patrick looked at the sleepy Vera, and just watching her made his eyes crinkle with a smile. "You went to bed before 8.00 p.m. ;yesterday and slept until 9.00 a.m. today. What's going on?"

Vera wrapped her arms around his neck, her temple resting against his. In a soft voice, she said, "Honey, I'm just lazy."

When Vera confidently declared her laziness, Patrick felt like her staying in bed wasn't her fault. She was just lazy.

Holding the soft-bodied Vera on his lap, Patrick's mind was far from his paperwork. No wonder ancient kings would neglect their duties because of women. If the woman in his arms was the sweet Vera, he would likely be distracted from his work as well.

"Have you had enough sleep?" he asked her gently.

Vera nodded. "Yes, I have."

"Come on. I'll take you to breakfast."