The CEO's Mischievous Little Bride by Whispering Willow

Chapter 156 Brother Hits Someone

Vera's limbs, he could see them every day, he could distinguish her.

The most likely scenario was that she lent her clothes to someone else. However, Mia wouldn't let her say, and neither would Randall. Vera gritted her teeth and shook her head. Patrick slammed the table with both hands and anxiously asked, "Vera, who did you swap clothes with? You have to tell me."

Vera shook her head again.

"Vera, tell me now!"

Patrick was getting desperate, and he yelled at Vera, whom he cherished like a treasure.

Except for the time right after their wedding when they didn't get along, Patrick had always treated her like a precious gem.

Suddenly, he shouted at her.

Vera stood in his study and burst into tears on the spot. She couldn't stop crying. She stood there like a child being scolded by her parents, feeling wronged and heartbroken. Vera lifted her sleeve and kept wiping her tears.

Patrick, feeling frustrated, clenched his fists and impulsively walked over to the crying Vera. He held her shoulders and said, "Vera, tell me, who did you lend your clothes to? This is very important to me." Vera's vision was blurred by tears. On one side, Mia had told her not to tell Patrick, and on the other, Randall was taking the blame for her.

Faced with Patrick's questioning, she didn't know how to respond. She cried like a child, sobbing uncontrollably.

Patrick realized he was being impulsive and needed to be rational and calm down.

Vera was scared to tears by his bad temper.

Patrick closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He looked at Vera, who was tearfully looking at him, and pulled her into his arms. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have yelled at you." Vera, still sobbing, said intermittently, "I'm sorry, Darling."

"You have nothing to apologize for," Patrick said, holding Vera in his arms.

It was late at night, time to rest. Patrick received a phone call and suddenly left. Vera, with tears still on her eyelashes, chased after him and asked, "Darling, where are you going?"

Patrick replied, "I have something to do outside. Go back inside; it's cold out here. I won't be back tonight."

With that, he drove away.

door, watching him leave. He didn't know that she

saw Vera standing outside in her pajamas. She

Cindy's waist, burying herself

cry. I'll talk to him tomorrow. He's probably just busy with

he hates me because I

choice but to keep comforting the emotionally

Cloudwing Hotel.

Patrick picked up the top sheet and tossed it aside. He picked up another sheet and set it aside. "Mrs. Olteran, what you have here are the profiles of tonight's participants in the gold

and continued tossing.

handed Randall's profile

I'll cancel Mr. Randall Olteran's

searching, "Where's Mrs.

"What?"

repeated, "Where's

Olteran, there's no information on Mrs. Olteran

and looked at Jack.

any, unless Mrs. Olteran is a high-level competitor, in which case

Vera usually seemed weak, not someone with good combat skills. Could she actually be a high-level competitor in the

Olteran, we

single sheet, wrote a string of numbers

Lilac Manor.

keep going. You like watching competitions, right? I'll train you to

down on Mia's

on her mom's yoga mat, hands behind her

is sore. I can't

"Keep going,

head, but couldn't. Finally, she grabbed

me off this time. I promise

you

broke my promise last time, but I swear

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