The CEO's Mischievous Little Bride by Whispering Willow

Chapter 165 Randall's Misadventures

He gestured, indicating for Vera to turn.

"Where's Vera? I've been calling her, but she hasn't picked up." Patrick asked.

Randall replied, "She's preparing a surprise for you."

Vera nodded in satisfaction; her good friend was reliable.

Patrick, hearing this, chuckled softly and began to look forward to the surprise Vera was preparing for him. "Tell her to call me back tonight."

Randall agreed, and after hanging up, he continued his coaching duties.

Afraid of getting beaten, he spoke more cautiously.

The words he wanted to curse out went through his mind first, and he expressed them very subtly. "Normal people's hands are quite nimble, but not pigs' hands." Vera was speechless, holding back the urge to curse him.

Seeing Vera turn the steering wheel quickly, Randall filtered his words again, "Vera, what you're holding is a steering wheel, not an engine."

Vera slowed down her steering.

Before long, he couldn't help to say again, "You're driving so slowly that even the ants on the road are getting squashed. You'll have to get out and collect their bodies later." Vera increased her speed.

Gradually, Randall got carried away, forgetting that he was sitting next to a bad-tempered girl.

He didn't notice her increasingly grim expression and continued to nitpick. "You're driving a car, not a rocket. You need to turn; we're not going to outer space."

Vera took a deep breath, looking at the road ahead.

Vera stepped on the brake.

"Why are you stopping all of a sudden? You're going to make the cars behind... Damn, you hit me again."

Vera punched him, grabbing a few tufts of hair on Randall's head and yanking hard. "Your uncle taught me to drive gently and coaxed me. Today, I really shouldn't let you nag like an old man."

"Let go. You asked me to teach you, and now you won't let me say anything." Randall raised his hand to try to free his hair from Vera's grip.

Vera's temper flared, and she clearly felt that Randall was nitpicking. "I was driving at 20 miles per hour, and you said I was slow. I drove at 30 miles per hour, and you said I was fast. I think you just want to spar with me."

people who had been walking

Randall getting beaten again. He twitched his mouth and chatted with Tom, "I never

few times himself, Shawn no longer believed Vera's claims of being gentle and soft because

"Mr. Olteran, I was going to investigate that time. Your said that her eyes are pure, clean, and innocent. She was baby-faced, gentle, and

Tom nodded.

recalling the words he had confidently said when he first saw Vera's picture, sighed. "I guess I'm getting old and forgetful. I don't

him pretend to

also saw Randall getting beaten

do you think Vera's been influenced by Patrick,

Patrick for her bad habits. Patrick hits people hard, but he doesn't

mean Vera's temper

it must be Randall's mouth that angered Vera, and that's why she

the

'I want to run away from home; this place

was getting late, and the Olteran

day, Vera felt a sense of relief. "Luckily, I didn't hit the

a servant from the Olteran family came running back to the Olteran Manor, shouting, "Mr. Shawn Olteran, Mr. Vincent Olteran,

"What?"

rushed to check on

scratching her ear

nearby, was doing the same, looking very

"Are you alright?"

Vera and

They both nodded.

glanced at the house that had been damaged by the car's front end and then looked back at them,

Randall, her eyes avoiding his, too embarrassed to speak. Randall was also too embarrassed to explain why they had hit the wall, both fearing a scolding from the

all started with

urged Vera to crash into the room

Patrick built

he's not home, just drive into it. Then, if we do something wrong in the future, there will be no place to punish us. Besides,

looked at the room where she

with my relationship with Patrick. We just reconciled not long ago. What if he gets mad at me again when he

of everyone in the family, he dotes on you the most. If he knows you crashed into it, he definitely won't

won't crash into it. You crash

it, but you have to

believe you actually dare to do