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.

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

"Okay, I'm ready."

on the faucet and splashed water on her face before opening

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

but in her mind, she screamed, 'Uh-oh, Patrick must

over the past two days was too drastic for

still the Patrick who

Vera's clean little face and expressed his satisfaction, "This looks much

held Vera's hand,

as the couple was about to reach the door, Shawn suddenly shouted, causing them to stop in their

"Randall! Get over here!"

Vera and Patrick felt a shadow moving in front of them, and soon after, that shadow was hiding behind the

was still dazed and unable

had

today's departure was once again delayed

in

up his cane and chased after them, ready to give Randall a good beating. Because this

standing behind her. Therefore, she sought Patrick's protection and stepped closer to him, softly calling, "Honey~" It was precisely this

as he pulled

who enjoyed watching commotion, couldn't stay quiet, even hiding behind Patrick. She tightly gripped his arm, peering out with only

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

an angry Shawn, who had never shown him support. Randall then turned to Vera and said, "You, Vera Liniste. This is

her face, not even aware of

his grandson with his cane; he was

slightly and then explained to everyone what

hearing the amount, Shawn deemed it too much

threatened his most beloved porcelain vase, saying that if Shawn didn't give

and was terrified. He pointed at Randall's hand in horror and said, "Put the vase

grinned and replied, "Grandpa, 200 million dollars is not

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

was a vase, not a

both stared at the shattered pieces of the porcelain vase on the floor. Shawn was still in shock. His