The CEO's Mischievous Little Bride by Whispering Willow

Chapter 612

Chapter 612 You Can't Discourage Children

When the barber came back to start again, Theodore started crying all over. He squirmed around, but Patrick's big hand held the back of his head, keeping him still. Patrick turned his head to the side so the barber could get to work. A chunk of hair fell right onto Patrick's pricey suit, but he didn't care. "Mr. Olteran, sorry about that," the stylist said.

Patrick replied, "No worries, keep going. Let's get this over with."

Most of the employees on the first floor had stopped what they were doing to watch. They were surprised to see such a tender, fatherly moment from Patrick. And, of course, there was Theodore's tear-streaked face.

Vera held Theodore's little hand and bent down to his eye level. "Sweetie, just a bit longer. It doesn't hurt. Let's get this haircut done, and when we get home, we'll have a contest with Grandpa to see whose hair is shorter, okay? Oh my baby, why are you crying with such a funny little expression?"

Theodore cried even harder. Vera added, "Not funny, I said it wrong."

Another chunk of hair fell on Patrick's shoulder, and some even slipped into his collar because they were so close.

After a bit, they switched directions, and toothless Theodore cried so much that his drool dripped onto Patrick's shoulder, leaving wet spots.

Vera pulled out a tissue to wipe Theodore's tears and mouth. "Where's Daddy? Theodore, where's Daddy?"

Theodore's crying slowed down a bit, and he looked at Vera with teary eyes. He didn't know where Patrick was either. Vera tried to soothe him, calling out, "Honey?"

Patrick let go

barber cut the back of his

and stopped crying, his chubby face buried in

haircut was done, and everyone let out a sigh of relief. Theodore was just as tough to handle as Vera had said. Patrick's neck was covered in Theodore's hair clippings, and since he had been holding Theodore's

him up, laughing. "Theodore, I'm still getting used

off

home. You're covered in hair clippings. Let's go home

covered in hair. He

have a hat, so after a bit, Patrick came over and draped his black suit over Theodore's head, wrapping him

over him, and you're still crying. Is your dad

"Honey,

kisses," Patrick mumbled, feeling

of us,

a kiss on his cheek. In the shadows, a phone camera was recording them until they got into

still teasing, "Does it feel the same to be kissed by

and snot," Patrick said, sounding disdainful but

"What about

gave her a meaningful look. "I'll

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