The CEO's Mischievous Little Bride by Whispering Willow

Chapter 636 Randall Secretly Photographs Susan

Patrick was sprawled out on the bed, eyes shut, but he couldn't help but chuckle at Vera, who was still trying to chat with him even though she was half-asleep. In the quiet room, his deep laughter echoed. He glanced at Vera, who was using his arm as a pillow. Her eyes were closed, but her mouth was still moving, trying to get a few more words out.

Patrick lifted his hand and gently tapped Vera's nose.

Lost in the warmth of the moment, Vera continued to sleep soundly, oblivious to everything around her, wrapped up in all the love and comfort.

Maybe it was the familiar, comforting scent of the room that made Patrick relax so easily. Before long, sleepiness took over, and his thoughts started to drift away, pulling him into a dream.

Patrick and Vera were snuggled up together, while Theodore slept alone on the side, wrapped in a cotton blanket, sleeping like a little angel.

Patrick woke up to Theodore's nibbling.

Theodore had woken up, whimpered a bit, and then snuggled into Vera's arms. Before long, he was on Patrick's chest, drooling and nibbling on Patrick's chin. "Vera!" Patrick called out.

Vera happily ran off, leaving the two to bond.

Theodore started making noises again.

Patrick wiped Theodore's little face and the drool with one hand, not minding the mess at all.

When Patrick came back, Theodore was already super attached to him, behaving really well in Patrick's arms.

at the adorable Theodore, Vera suddenly had an idea. "Honey, let's get a punching bag. Maybe with

Patrick wasn't having it. He wanted to teach Theodore to

Patrick's phone rang. Seeing who it was, he put Theodore down and went to

sunlight outside the window lit up her homework paper, making it glow. On the top line of the sheet, the full name of Evergreen University was written. Pens were scattered on the reddish-brown table; one side was in shadow, the other in light. It looked like a scene straight out of an artist's sketchbook, but nature was the real artist

hair look faintly brown. The spring breeze blew through the window screen,

absorbed in her studies, Susan didn't notice the

moment, she looked like a painting,

thinking,

lay on the sofa with his phone, watching Susan for a good three minutes. Even though his mobile game was at a critical point, he quietly exited the game

was filled with Theodore's sounds, sometimes loud and noisy, sometimes soft and whimpering. He was always

who was back to gaming. She bit her lip and thought, 'Better not bug him right

"What do you

said, "There's a problem I can't

his phone screen and said, "Read it out

bit unsure. Could Randall really pay attention while playing his game? Still, she

as ever, turned

Come here, I'll teach you." Susan scooted closer, kneeling on the carpet with her arms on the table, watching Randall

of the moment and sent

her arms, who was

Molly to reply:

Sebastian. He said, exasperated, "Seven! Molly, in twenty minutes, you've only done seven sit-ups. How hard can it be?" Around