The CEO's Mischievous Little Bride by Whispering Willow

Chapter 533 Go Live with Vera and Have Fun

Patrick kept using his rough hands to lift Theodore's face. The kid was bawling his eyes out, kicking like he was

trying to boot Patrick away. Patrick finally let go, and after a bit, Theodore's head lifted a smidge on its own. He

just lay there, crying his heart out.

Vera was floored, "Babe, how did he lift his head?" She'd tried teaching him at ha million times, but he'd just

lie there like a sack of potatoes.

Patrick shrugged, "Stop babying him, and he'll figure it out."

Vera tightened her towel, squatted at the foot of the bed, and watched Theodore cry and lift his head. "Guess

mommy's been spoiling you too much. Cry it out, I'm gonna change." Vera left, and Theodore kept crying until

Patrick's big hand gently stroked his back, and he finally calmed down.

After crawling around a bit, Theodore snuggled back into Patrick's arms, all tuckered out. "Vera, Theodore's got a

vaccination coming up. Don't forget."

"Chill, I won't forget." Vera walked out of the closet, scooped up Theodore, and kissed his forehead. "He didn't

cry last time, but he probably will this time."

Vera placed Theodore in the middle of the bed, and Patrick moved him to the crib.

Vera picked him up again, and Patrick warned, "Either he sleeps in the crib tonight, or he sleeps outside."

So, she kept holding Theodore in the middle of the bed. "Wherever Theodore sleeps, I'm with him. Your call!"

Patrick stared at Vera, then took Theodore to Shawn's bedroom door.

Vera kept her eyes on Theodore, finally stopping at Shawn's door. She gritted her teeth and yelled, "Patrick!"

Patrick handed the now-sleeping Theodore to Shawn, who was secretly playing on his phone. "Phones have

radiation and that's bad for kids. Hold him and go to bed early."

Shawn looked at Theodore beside his bed and asked, "Patrick, are we so broke we can't afford a nanny? Why do |

have to babysit?"

Patrick glanced at the sleeping Theodore and said, "I want him to make sure you go to bed early."

Vera was dragged back to the bedroom, and Patrick locked the door. He looked at the fuming Vera and said, "If

you'd let Teddy sleep in the crib earlier, maybe I'd have shown srestraint tonight." With Theodore out of the

picture, he had no reason to hold back.

Vera regretted it now, "Okay, fine. Go get Theodore and put him in the crib."

Patrick shot back, "Would you rather have a quickie or go all night? Your choice."

"I choose to run." Vera bolted for the door, but before she could open it, Patrick grabbed her around the waist.

The door was locked again, and Patrick lifted Vera's nightgown and carried her to the bed. "No other options, but

you can beg for mercy."

Vera pushed against Patrick's chest and immediately said, "Okay, babe, | beg for mercy."

Patrick added, "You can only beg for mercy under me."

Without giving Vera a chance to resist, Patrick pressed down on her, and Vera cursed inwardly.

Soon, the bedroom was filled with Vera's breathy gasps. Her face turned red, embarrassed by her own sounds.

Patrick, though, seemed like he'd been holding back forever, letting all his pent-up desires loose on Vera. Vera's

wrists were going numb. "Babe, ease up on my wrists," she said, her voice shaking.

Patrick whispered in her ear, and Vera's hot body clung to him even tighter. He was breathing heavy, totally lost

in the moment, not letting up on his grip. His voice was rough, and his desire was like a wildfire in her ear. "Last

time, you clawed my back, and the marks just healed. If | don't hold your hands, you planning to scratchup

again?"

Vera's hands were pinned, no chance to scratch his back, and she was forced to climax under him.

She couldn't take it anymore and kept begging for mercy, trying to talk Patrick down, "Let's pick this up again

tomorrow night, okay?"

Patrick chuckled, "Tomorrow's tomorrow; tonight's still on."

Vera said, "I miss Theodore."

Soon, Vera's muffled moans filled the room again.

The next day, Vera was knocked out on the bed, no clothes on, and Patrick brought Theodore over to her.

He happily covered them with a blanket and headed off to work.

Susan wanted to see Vera and Theodore, but Patrick politely said, "Vera and Teddy are sleeping, don't wake

them."

Whatever Patrick said, Susan bought it. She innocently asked, "Patrick, can | take Theodore to the living room to

sleep?" Patrick replied, "No, Teddy needs to stay with Vera."

"Patrick, you go to work. I'll take Susan out to play," Randall showed up, pulling the clueless Susan aside. Patrick

glanced at Randall, feeling a bit satisfied.

Susan followed Randall, confused. "Randall, where are we going to play? Can we take Teddy? Teddy hasn't gone

out to play." Randall looked at Susan with a serious face. "Go wake Molly up."

"We're going out with Molly?" Susan happily went to wake Molly.

Molly's bedroom was empty. A servant said, "Ms. Olteran went out this morning, didn't say where."

Randall was puzzled, frowning. Molly didn't sleep in on holidays? And she woke up on time?

Susan looked at Randall, "Randall, what do we do? Molly isn't home. Should we ask Vera to go out and play?"

Randall instructed, "Today, you can't ask Vera to go out!" Then he gave up and said, "Forget it, I'll take you out

alone."

At the hotel, Molly stormed in, angrily opening the door with a key card and marching up to Sebastian.

"Sebastian, what's your deal?"

Molly's phone still had a message from Sebastian, [Molly, cto the hotel or I'll bring a big "gift" to the Olteran

family this afternoon.] Sebastian looked at the approaching Molly, sitting at the foot of the bed with a grin. "I told

you not to leave last night. Why'd you bail?" Molly glared at Sebastian, clearly pissed. "If | didn't run, would |

have to stay and put up with your gross kisses?"

Sebastian looked at Molly's red lips, suddenly grabbing her wrist and yanking her into his arms. Then he lay

back, pressing her onto the bed.

Sebastian leaned in, holding Molly's face with both hands and kissed her hard again. He wanted her to accept

him, to get used to him, until she no longer felt disgusted.

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