The CEO's Mischievous Little Bride

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.

Looking at the adorable Theodore, Vera suddenly had an idea. "Honey, let's get a punching bag. Maybe with a little excitement, Theodore will say 'Daddy'."

But Patrick wasn't having it. He wanted to teach Theodore to be polite, not violent.

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

Susan was in the living room, working on her homework due next week. The 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 here.

Sunlight was the best lighting in a photographer's eyes. The bright light shone on Susan's profile, making her hair look faintly brown. The spring breeze blew through the window screen, ruffling Susan's hair. She casually tucked her hair behind her ear and kept working on her homework.

Totally absorbed in her studies, Susan didn't notice the two people on the sofa watching her.

At that moment, she looked like a painting, full of springtime peace.

Vera didn't want to disturb Susan, only thinking, 'The scenery is beautiful, and so is she.'

Randall 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 and opened the camera.

The living room was filled with Theodore's sounds, sometimes loud and noisy, sometimes soft and whimpering. He was always curious about everything.

As the sun started to set, the shadows on the table kept shifting. When Susan hit a snag with her homework, she glanced up at Randall, who was back to gaming. She bit her lip and thought, 'Better not bug him right now.' "Speak." Susan was caught off guard and looked at Randall again.

Randall glanced over. "What do you need?"

Susan hesitated, then said, "There's a problem I can't figure out."

Randall quickly tapped on his phone screen and said, "Read it out loud."

Susan read from her book, feeling a bit unsure. Could Randall really pay attention while playing his game? Still, she kept reading.

Theodore, curious as ever, turned to look at Susan.

After she finished, Randall wrapped up his game, turned off his phone, and sat up. "This one's easy. Come here, I'll teach you." Susan scooted closer, kneeling on the carpet with her arms on the table, watching Randall explain.

Vera snapped a picture of the moment and sent it to Molly, sighing, "Ah, youth."

She then looked down at Theodore in her arms, who was sticking out his tongue, and muttered, "Too bad, mine's gone."

It took a while for Molly to reply: [Vera, I need help. I'm exhausted.]

In the Chase family's living room, Molly was sprawled on Ellie's yoga mat, her legs pinned down by Sebastian. He said, exasperated, "Seven! Molly, in twenty minutes, you've only done seven sit-ups. How hard can it be?" Around Molly stood four elders: Timothy, Ellie, Zoey, and Max.

Zoey chimed in, "In these twenty minutes, Molly's said more than seventy sentences."

Molly lay on the mat, playing dead. "I can't get up, my stomach hurts."

Sebastian sighed, "With your fitness level, how do you pass the P.E. test each semester?" "Vera helped me," Molly admitted.

Ellie pointed at Molly knowingly, "She'll never be able to do a hundred sit-ups in her life."

Molly glanced at Ellie and didn't deny it.noveldrama

Sebastian wasn't trying to punish Molly, but he was genuinely worried about her poor physical condition.

Molly suddenly had an idea. "Sebastian, we're a couple now. We should share hardships. You do half of my sit-ups for me."

Sebastian took a deep breath. "Fine, you do fifty first."

Molly tried to get clever again. "Since we both have fifty, let's cover for each other. I won't supervise you, and you don't make me do them, okay?" Sebastian held firm. "If I do fifty, you must do them too."

"Sebastian, don't be so rigid. There's no benefit in offending me. Be careful, I might not share a room with you tonight," Molly coaxed, hoping to get out of it.

"If you can't do fifty today, I'll send you back to The Olteran Manor immediately. Whether you share a room with me or not is not up to you!" Sebastian replied. Molly lay still, and then Sebastian gave her a light slap on the hip. "Continue."

"Okay," Molly shamefully rubbed her hip, her face turning red as she got up.

Sebastian continued to count. "The eighth one."

Molly's back was killing her, so she suggested, "Sebastian, how about I kiss you once instead of doing ten sit-ups?"