The CEO's Mischievous Little Bride by Whispering Willow

Chapter 91 Patrick's Wife's Exclusive Account

Patrick was straightforward. "Whatever you want to do in the future, go ahead and do it. If you feel reluctant to spend your own money, just keep the receipts, and I'll reimburse you when we get home." "Really?" Vera lifted her head from Patrick's embrace, her eyes filled with surprise as she sought confirmation from him.

Patrick nodded and pulled Vera back into his arms. "We'll open a new account for the company."

"What kind of account?"

"My wife's exclusive account."

After Patrick spoke, Vera shyly nestled in his arms, hiding her face.

Shawn, the poor patient who had to witness their affection, regretted it for a moment. Why did he facilitate this relationship and make them flaunt it in front of him?

Initially, both of them were unwilling to get married to each other, but it was his ultimatum that eventually brought them together.

Now, they were displaying their affection right under his nose, completely disregarding his feelings!

Shawn once again despised this couple.

With the snacks from earlier still in his stomach, Shawn didn't feel as hungry, and the remaining fluids could sustain him until he could eat outside. Half an hour later, the nurse came to remove the needle.

This meant Shawn was also liberated.

After the needle was removed, he promptly ushered the annoying Patrick and Vera out of the hospital room.

"Shawn, why are you pushing us out?" Vera was thrown out of the room, followed by Patrick.

Once the door was closed, Shawn felt much more comfortable.

Without them around, his mood improved significantly.

minutes later, Shawn finally left the room and cleared

that Shawn had changed his clothes and

"Darling, did we forget to bring water for

silent, his Adam's apple

their whereabouts, the doctor gave some instructions,

Rustic Hearth Cafe, the luxurious entrance brought a smile to

Smoked Salmon, Grilled Lobster Tail, Corn Chowder, and Fried Scallops." Vera listed many dishes even

listened with a smile throughout. It

the entrance, the restaurant manager had been waiting for a while. "Mr. Olteran, welcome. Why do you

cat who was craving the taste here, so we came to try it out," Patrick said,

pouting. "Where do you get off calling me a cat? You can say it at home, but saying it in public makes me feel embarrassed." Her playful complaint carried a hint of noticeable

I'll

face to anyone. Today, the manager of Rustic Hearth Cafe was lucky enough to

Vera's words. Could

Patrick was a big deal, known only to social elites and dignitaries. As a restaurant manager, he naturally wouldn't be included in such circles, but guests who frequented the place would discuss Patrick's marriage in private, so he

couldn't help but

other men eyeing Vera, he asked, "Have you

Mr. Olteran, Mrs. Olteran," the manager quickly

and Shawn, feeling hungry again, snapped. "What are you all standing around

this way." the manager hurriedly ushered the three of them to

immediately attracted the attention of many around

all people of high status in society, well aware of

Vera constantly by his side, holding onto Patrick's hand, she appeared to be actively pursuing him in the eyes of others. However, being led by Patrick made Vera's palms sweaty. Once they were seated on the third-floor terrace, they

best

was skilled at arranging seating, always ensuring

it's my first time dining here on this floor; it's amazing." Vera leaned to the side, admiring the view of Rustic Hearth

from behind, "Vera, don't lean out too far; you'll turn into mush if you fall."

are still things only a

tone, the manager could sense