The CEO's Mischievous Little Bride by Whispering Willow

Chapter 634: Shawn Reports

Vera dressed Theodore in a light blue cotton jacket, making him look even more adorable.

She picked him up. "Since Wesley tried to kidnap my son, I have to handle this myself." She walked over to Patrick, handed him Theodore, and said, "Hold him."

Patrick caught Theodore with one hand. "You think it's not satisfying enough if someone else does it, huh?"

"Exactly," Vera said as she headed to the bathroom to sort the dirty clothes. When she came out, she started nagging, "Honey, from now on, don't mix your dirty clothes with Theodore's." Then she remembered Patrick's earlier attitude and added, "And don't mix them with mine either."

Patrick got the message that the kid needed extra care. But why couldn't his clothes be with Vera's? They could share a bed but not a laundry basket? "Explain it," Patrick said, blocking the bathroom door with Theodore in his arms.

A bit flustered, Vera made up an excuse. "My clothes are light-colored, and yours are dark. They might bleed and ruin mine." "Which of my clothes would bleed?"

"You're so annoying. First day back, and you're already making me mad," she said, pushing past him and running out.

When they went out for breakfast, Molly yawned and strolled over. "Patrick!" She straightened up when she saw him. "Patrick, when did you get back?" she asked.

Patrick, holding Theodore, replied, "What did you do to Wesley yesterday?"

Molly, feeling guilty, avoided his gaze. "I didn't do anything. He was threatening us, saying he wouldn't let Vera and me go. We were scared to death."

Vera quickly nodded, "Yes, honey. You have to stand up for us. We were terrified."

Susan was stunned, almost not believing her ears.

A bit later, Shawn came over for breakfast. Seeing Patrick, he felt relieved and started complaining, "Patrick, you've got to get your wife in check. The house was a disaster yesterday. Let me tell you..." Vera coughed in warning.

Shawn pretended not to hear. "Vera was even wearing a long skirt. I was worried she might trip."

Patrick's gaze fell on Vera.

ignore his look. She had to speak again,

even fought in front of your son. If this keeps up, it's

can you stop talking?" Vera asked, her voice gentle

noticed her fist, raised an eyebrow, and

saw the fist too and changed his tone. "Ah, and Molly. Molly came up with some method yesterday,

retirement?" Molly's simple question shut

said, "You need

"Yes,

was held. Seeing Wesley's barely recognizable face,

bodyguards stopped them. "Mr. Olteran just instructed that you are

exchanged glances, feeling pretty bummed about

and no one stopped him. He went right

noon, Patrick came out, and Wesley was moved out of

stood beside

in the fight yesterday, line up as usual,"

on the sofa didn't budge,

one?" Patrick scanned the four people

up, obedient Susan stood up, only to be quickly pulled back down by Randall, who was sitting

the sofa cushion and

on

Vera got up, handed over Theodore,

line up but was pushed over by Randall, who glared at

to the

I timed for Vera yesterday, but I didn't do

me too.

do much either, just said a few words,"

you think you're justified? What's with the bees in the

fought yesterday because my son wanted to see it. It's not my fault. If you want to punish