The CEO's Mischievous Little Bride
Chapter 75 Alluring Ambiance

Patrick asked, "What time should I pick you up after school?"

"No need; I'm going out to play with Mia." Vera refused.

Patrick chuckled, "It's my first time being a driver, and you're rejecting me."

Vera said, "Then you better get used to being rejected in advance, you'll gradually adapt in the future."

Eavesdropping Mia and Randall gave Vera a thumbs up impressive!

She wasn't afraid at all that the person she rejected was Patrick.

Patrick was in a good mood, didn't force her, and since she had plans, he regretfully hung up.

Vera bit her lip, leaning on the table and looking at her phone.

Mia asked, "What's wrong?"

"I feel a bit regretful; something doesn't feel right in my heart."

Mia, resting her face on one hand, casually patted Vera's shoulder. "Don't tell me you also have feelings for Patrick."

Vera pursed her lips and shook her head.

"Randall, Patrick hasn't been staying at home for a few days. Do you know where he's staying?"

"At the Cherry Villa," Randall answered without hesitation.

Vera was somewhat familiar with this name. Suddenly she remembered when Patrick asked her, "The Cherry Villa, should we move there?"

Before Vera could ask, Mia interjected, "Why haven't I heard of this place?"

"Of course you haven't heard of it, that's Uncle Patrick's private residence, no one can enter. Unless they are very important to him, that's his real home. He moved out and lived there since he was 13. It's no exaggeration to say that where the Olteran family lives is where he lodges; Uncle Patrick's true home is there."

He didn't notice Vera, who was already stunned, and continued, "If Vera ever moves to the Cherry Villa one day, then she might be my aunt for life."

Vera blinked quickly. "Is it Patrick's real home?"

"Yes, just like how you have parents and a home. Uncle Patrick's home is at the Cherry Villa; his sense of belonging is there. But for us, our sense of belonging is with people; for him, it's with things." Vera swallowed nervously, taking a quick sip of water.

Was that day just a figment of her imagination?

To confirm her suspicions, that evening when Patrick returned home, Vera freshened up in the bathroom, then stood next to Patrick. "Patrick, I have a question for you."

"You're not calling me Honey again?"

"You said I was hypocritical, remember?" Vera pouted and complained.

Patrick sat on the couch, his long arm picked up the glass of water on the table, took a sip of the lukewarm water inside. "That was a misunderstanding; you can continue to call me Honey in the future." Vera covered her mouth, crouched next to Patrick, hands on his legs, looking up at him. "That night you said you'd take me to Cherry Villa, was I mistaken or did you really say that?"

Patrick looked at her. "Why are you suddenly bringing this up?"

Vera's eyes darted around. "I just heard Randall mention it; I was curious."

Patrick cleared his throat, saying, "But you didn't agree that night."

Vera was shocked, so he really did mention the Cherry Villa that night!

"Patrick."

"Call me Honey," Patrick requested.

Vera hesitated for a moment, then spoke again, "Honey, why did you want to take me to live at the Cherry Villa?"

Patrick's cheek slightly turned, looking down at Vera beside his legs. "Curious?"

Vera nodded.

Patrick leaned in slightly, approaching Vera's face, "You're so cute."

Vera felt speechless; what kind of quirk was this?

She stood up, slapped Patrick's shoulder with her hand, "If you're not going to say it, then forget it, I don't want to know anymore." She wanted to go to bed, but suddenly Patrick grabbed her wrist, exerted force, and pulled her into his arms.

Vera leaned back, sitting directly on Patrick's lap, embraced by him.

In her daze, Patrick lifted her chin and kissed her.

Vera's teeth weren't clenched; Patrick's tongue boldly entered her mouth, entwining with her hesitant tongue.

Vera's eyes widened; she was kissed in a daze, unable to resist.

Patrick said, "If we continue, close your eyes, and I'll kiss you."

Vera blushed shyly, she had never encountered such a situation before, what should she do?

Patrick, knowing she was young and innocent, leaned in again, attempting to kiss her sweet lips. Vera didn't resist.

As they were disheveled, a knock on the door interrupted them. Patrick and Vera, on the verge of intimacy, snapped back to reality.

Vera realized she was completely naked, Patrick's clothes were also disheveled, she blushed and covered her face.

At the door, Randall called out, "Vera, can you come out for a moment."

Patrick looked down at the blushing Vera under him, her body turning pink with embarrassment.

He quickly covered her with a blanket, buttoned up his shirt, and went to the door. Upon opening it, he saw Randall and without a word, kicked him in the chest.

"Uncle Patrick!" Randall cried out in pain.

"Get to my study; if it's not urgent, I won't spare you tonight!" Patrick commanded.

Randall said, "Patrick, I'm looking for Vera."

"She's asleep; you can talk to me."

Randall didn't dare refuse, and followed Patrick to his study.

"Speak!" he commanded.

Randall said, "I just wanted to tell Vera that in the school belle contest, someone is defaming her."

Patrick narrowed his eyes. "Who?"

"The second place, Alexis Tooker. She's trailing Vera by three thousand votes; even if she tries her best, she won't catch up. But she's spreading rumors on the school forum that Vera is being kept by someone, claiming that the person who keeps her sent her for plastic surgery."

After hearing this, Patrick rhythmically tapped the table with his hand and then asked, "Anything else?"

Randall hesitated. "Uncle Patrick, about the Latin dance class, our misunderstanding has been resolved. Can you let me off the hook?"

Patrick waved his hand. "You don't need to go tomorrow."

Randall looked at Patrick gratefully.

However, Patrick had other rules.