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.

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

"Okay, I'm ready."

water on her

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

screamed, 'Uh-oh, Patrick must have been eaten by an alien! This

the past two days was too drastic for her to know

still the Patrick

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

Vera's

to reach the door,

"Randall! Get over here!"

Patrick felt a shadow moving in front of them, and soon after, that shadow was hiding behind the couple who were about

was still dazed and

had

clever, he already knew that today's departure was once again delayed for some

appeared in the

Randall a good beating.

felt the threatening gesture from Shawn and worried 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 this gentle

apple moved as he pulled Vera back, shielding

commotion, couldn't stay quiet, even hiding behind Patrick. She tightly gripped his arm, peering out with only her head, her eyes lively

He pointed at Randall, 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

him support. Randall then turned to Vera and said, "You, Vera

face, not

hitting his grandson with his cane; he was only scaring

calmed down slightly and then explained

Randall had asked him for money, and upon hearing the amount, Shawn deemed it too much and refused to

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

own prized collection of porcelain and was terrified. He pointed at Randall's hand

and replied, "Grandpa, 200 million dollars is not enough. I want

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

a vase, not a

shattered pieces of the porcelain vase on the floor. Shawn was still in shock.