The CEO's Mischievous Little Bride by Whispering Willow

Chapter 60 Randall's Death Wish

The next day, Vera woke up lazily, stretching and yawning. "I haven't slept this comfortably in a long time."

She turned to her right and suddenly found herself directly embraced by a man.

She looked at the wall of a person in front of her, and then lifted her head to meet the gaze of the man who was hugging her.

Vera blinked her eyes, then blinked again.

Patrick: "Are your eyes uncomfortable, or do you not recognize me?"

Vera: "Close your eyes."

Patrick felt surprised. The fact that she didn't seem surprised when she woke up and saw him as the first thing intrigued him. It seemed like she had already imagined waking up with him in her mind. The self-absorbed man closed his eyes, waiting for the thing he was expecting to happen.

Vera remained silent for three seconds. After those three seconds, she quickly rolled off the bed with a "whoosh," just like how Randall had escaped yesterday, and rushed towards the bathroom. The bathroom door closed with a click, and the man on the bed slowly opened his eyes.

His eyes were deep and he looked towards the direction of the bathroom, a mischievous smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

It turned out that asking him to close his eyes wasn't for a good morning kiss, but because she wanted to escape.

He chuckled and got up from the bed.

Sunlight streamed through the window, enveloping the entire room in bright light.

The natural light allowed him to see the shyness on the girl's face more clearly.

He got up and walked towards the bathroom door, "Hurry up and freshen up. We need to move early today."

Vera looked at herself in the mirror, her face turning red, even reaching her ears. Like the morning sun and the dawn, she blushed like she had applied rouge.

She patted her face and said to herself in the mirror, 'Vera, how could you be fooled by his handsomeness? Just because someone looks good doesn't mean they are great! Hmph.'

Ten minutes later, she was still hesitating in the bathroom. She felt too embarrassed to come out and face Patrick.

ready? To avoid any accidents, after you finish getting ready, we'll leave directly without having breakfast at home. I'll

"Okay, I'm ready."

and splashed water on her face before

her face, Patrick walked into the bathroom and took out a towel, gently wiping off the water on her

felt pleasantly surprised, but in her mind, she screamed, 'Uh-oh, Patrick must have been eaten by an alien! This person must

change in Patrick over the past two days was too

this still the Patrick who used to tease

and expressed his satisfaction, "This

Vera's hand,

reach the door, Shawn suddenly shouted, causing them to stop in

"Randall! Get over here!"

felt a shadow moving in front of them, and soon after, that shadow

still dazed and unable

had turned

today's departure was once

Shawn appeared in the

after them, ready to give Randall a good beating. Because this grandson of his, his seemingly stiff legs had become

that he might accidentally harm Randall, who was standing behind her. Therefore, she sought Patrick's protection and stepped closer to him, softly calling, "Honey~" It was precisely

moved as he pulled Vera

stay quiet, even hiding behind Patrick. She tightly gripped his arm, peering out with

who stood behind Patrick, and exclaimed, "Step aside! I'm going to kill this ungrateful grandson of mine!" Patrick let go of Vera's hand and took a step back, allowing Shawn to confront

him support. Randall then turned

innocent expression on her face, not even aware of what was

hitting his grandson with his cane;

and then explained to everyone what had

money, and upon hearing

vase, saying that if Shawn didn't give him the money, he would smash

porcelain and was terrified. He pointed at Randall's hand in horror and

200 million dollars is not enough. I want 400

Shawn, who couldn't control Randall. With the porcelain vase still in Randall's possession, Shawn could only reluctantly compromise. "I'll give it to you, but you must first put down that vase." "No way," Randall said, rotating his index finger on the bottom of the vase as if playing basketball with

that was a

the shattered pieces of the porcelain vase on the