The CEO's Mischievous Little Bride
Chapter 78 Honey's Help Doesn't Need Thanks

Vera's smile became even more charming, and she really wanted to hug Patrick now.

Her cheeks were rosy and she locked eyes with Patrick. "Why are you suddenly so nice to me?"

"Do I need a reason?" Patrick countered.

Vera asked, "Just because I'm your wife? There's no other reason?"

"What reason do you want?"

He didn't understand what answer she was looking for. After he finished speaking, Vera's smile gradually faded, and finally she said with a slight smile. "I'm going to take a shower now, thank you for what you did for me today." Patrick felt that she was originally very happy, but her happiness diminished after he asked the last question, and she eventually found an excuse to leave.

He was puzzled; did he say something wrong?

In the bathroom, Vera looked at herself in the mirror with a sense of loss.

These days, all she heard from Mia and Randall was that Patrick was being nice to her because he had developed feelings for her, and she almost believed it. Just now she asked.

The only reason Patrick was being nice to her was because she was the girl he married, there were no feelings involved. It was just because she was lucky enough to be his wife, and if it were someone else, he would treat them the same way. Vera sighed in disappointment. "What are you dreaming about, reality is almost unrecognizable."

She went to take a shower.

Lost in her thoughts, she spent a bit too long in the bath, to the point where Patrick almost entered the bathroom to pull her out.

"I'm done, coming out soon," Vera said.

She wrapped herself in a towel and walked out of the bathroom. "You go take a shower."

Patrick saw the droplets of water on her body, and the slightly flushed cheeks from the bath.

"Were you asleep just now?"

"No, I was lost in thought, lost track of time," she said, taking out a hairdryer and going to the dressing table to blow dry her hair. Patrick watched her with a slightly defiant look, his Adam's apple bobbing, but he didn't voice his doubts.

When he finished his shower and left the room, Vera was already lying in bed.

"Vera."

"What's up?" Vera looked at him. "What's wrong?"

Patrick's Adam's apple bobbed. "Are you angry?"

"What? why would I be angry?"

Patrick shook his head, realizing he had overthought it.

It wasn't even nine in the evening yet, and Patrick lay down in bed.

Outside, the sky was a deep blue.

Patrick flipped through a book bored, while Vera lay beside him, feeling restless, not even paying attention to her phone. Patrick naturally noticed her discomfort.

He then took the initiative to close the curtains, casting the room into darkness.

"Stop playing with your phone; let's sleep," Patrick took Vera's phone from her.

Patrick turned over again, reaching over Vera to turn off the bedside lamp, leaving only the one beside him on.

Instead of lying down properly, Patrick propped himself up on his arm, pressing down on the petite Vera.

Vera was extremely nervous, the events of last night flashing through her mind in an instant.

Then, Patrick leaned in and kissed her lips. "Let's sleep."

Vera softly complained, "You kissed me again."

Patrick chuckled, extending his arm for Vera to rest her head on, pulling her closer and tucking her in, all to keep her close to him.

"Do you want to kiss back?" he asked.

Vera shook her head in his embrace.

Shyly, she burrowed under the covers.

Patrick lifted her up, placing her face against his chest.

"Patrick, our relationship is not proper," she said.

Patrick laughed, the bedroom silent except for his clear voice as he said, "In the old days, most marriages were arranged by parents, and forced marriages didn't allow much autonomy for men and women. In the end, wouldn't they also choose to have more children?"

"But this is modern society." Vera softly protested.

"I have more traditional views," Patrick replied.

Vera didn't quite understand whether this was his way of revealing his true feelings.

Feeling the warmth in his embrace, Vera subconsciously moved closer, closing her eyes. In the dim light, she gathered her courage and asked, "If you are married to someone else, will you be saying these things to another woman now?" Patrick's Adam's apple bobbed; having pretended to be asleep with his eyes closed, he suddenly opened them.

In that moment, he understood why she had been upset earlier.

She minded him being casually nice to someone else, which was a good sign.

"Call me Honey, and I'll tell you the answer," Patrick said.

"Honey." Vera sweetly called out.

The next moment, her chin was lifted, and their lips met once again.

Her mouth was filled with his plunder, and these kisses had trained her to respond.

Vera placed her hand on his shoulder, not pushing him away, nor inviting him further.

Patrick's body moved restlessly against Vera's.

Feeling like a weight was pressing down on her, Vera struggled to breathe smoothly, only able to breathe through her nose and mouth simultaneously, which was blocked by Patrick. She pushed him away, accusing him, "You're so heavy." Patrick answered her earlier question, "I won't."

With his response given, Vera forgot that she was still being pressed down, staring blankly at Patrick.

The next moment, Patrick moved away from her, returning to his original position, turning off all the bedside lamps in the bedroom and embracing the soft Vera as they drifted off to sleep.

Vera's mind was still in a whirl, and it was only after some time that she slowly drifted off to sleep.

As night fell, Vera fell asleep, and only then did Patrick gently withdraw his arm from under her neck, lifting a corner of the blanket and quietly getting out of bed.

Before heading to the study to work overtime, he glanced at the sleeping Vera, brushed aside the stray hairs on her face, and gently caressed her cheek. Her peaceful and obedient sleep made him feel at peace in the present moment. Leaning down, he placed a light kiss.

Then he went to the study.

Once Vera realized it was Patrick who had taken action, she was in a good mood every day.

She told Randall and Mia, "If someone else helped me, I would have to thank them properly. But if it's my husband, I don't need to thank him."

Mia teased her, "Who was the one who didn't believe Ran and me the other day?"

Vera's eyes shifted. "Someone didn't believe? No one."

Randall pointed at Vera. "You're the most shameless."

Vera swung her backpack and hit Randall on the head. "How dare you insult your aunt, wait until we get home today, I'll tell Patrick and have him deal with you."