The CEO's Mischievous Little Bride
Chapter 17 I Have Learned to Be Grateful

Just as Warren was about to speak, Vera interrupted, "Dad, Patrick, it's time for lunch."

After finishing their meal, Vera talked with her parents for a long while. In the afternoon, Patrick took Vera and left.

As they drove away, Vera sat in the passenger seat, opening the window and looking back at her parents through the rearview mirror.

She was getting farther and farther away from them.

Tears welled up in Vera's eyes, and she frequently rubbed them. Patrick sat beside her, understanding her emotions.

He sped up and drove out of the Royce Community. It wasn't until they could no longer see the white building that Vera closed the car window and Patrick slowed down.

"Do you always talk so much at home?" Patrick asked.

"Not necessarily. It's just that it's your first time at my house, and my parents are meeting you for the first time. I am your wife and their daughter. If I didn't keep talking, it would have been awkward for all of us." It was the first time Patrick heard Vera refer to herself as his "wife." It felt like a child pretending to be an adult while the adults watched. However, she wasn't wrong. She was his wife. "Anyway, thank you."

After three days of marriage, they had their first peaceful conversation.

Vera was a sensible person. She would also present her polite and courteous side. The prerequisite was that the person corresponding to her courtesy deserved it, and Patrick deserved it today. "I thought you didn't care about what I said to you last night," she said.

"I could have checked the relevant information," Patrick replied.

"You should have told me earlier. That way, I could have gone to bed earlier last night. There was no need for me to bother you for two hours only to be kicked out by you," she said.

Patrick glanced at her while driving and felt that Vera was complaining about him delaying her sleep last night.

They returned to the Olteran Manor.

They were getting along well, but as soon as they entered the house, they saw someone who shouldn't be there.

Emma appeared.

Didn't she notice Shawn's stern face the whole time?

Vera and Patrick stood side by side, and she leaned slightly towards Patrick. "I know how to be grateful. Since you helped me today, rest assured, I will also help you," she said. Patrick turned his head, looking down at Vera.

Vera looked up at him and blinked. "Watch me," she said with a smile as she sat down on the living room sofa. "Dad, we're back."

Shawn pretended to yawn. "I'm tired. Vera, you are the lady of the house, so you should host the guests."

When Shawn said "lady of the house," Emma's expression changed.

Shawn was telling her that she couldn't be with Patrick.

Vera glanced at Emma and nodded. "Alright, Dad. Let me escort you to your room first."

"No need. I can walk on my own."

Shawn went upstairs with Tom's support.

After making sure Shawn had left, Vera turned around and looked Emma up and down.

She thought to herself, 'She's quite pretty, but her makeup is a bit heavy, and her perfume is strong. So this is the kind of woman Patrick likes.'

For Emma, Vera's gaze felt like sharp needles, piercing her with humiliation.

She stood up and said, "Vera, Patrick doesn't love you."

"I know," Vera replied.

She pointed to Emma and said to Patrick, "My dad went upstairs. Take her away."

After speaking, she happily turned around and went upstairs.

Vera suddenly stopped in her tracks.

She turned around to see Patrick's eyes.