The CEO's Mischievous Little Bride by Whispering Willow

Chapter 390 No Passion

Sam seemed to know what Sebastian was planning and agreed.

After hanging up, Molly called Sebastian to hurry up and eat before she finished all the food.

After dinner, Molly leaned on Ellie's shoulder on the sofa. Ellie, sounding a bit annoyed, said, "Sebastian's been in

the hospital for so long, and everyone from work has visited, but Bella and Stella haven't checked on him." When

Stella needed help finding a job, she called Ellie and Timothy all the time. Now that Sebastian's in the hospital,

she hasn't called once, even though she's his aunt.

Abby called to ask about Sebastian, but Ellie still didn't like her.

Bella did call, but after hearing everything was fine, she didn't follow up.

Ellie only vented her frustrations to her family.

Molly didn't care. She hugged Ellie's shoulder and said, "Mom, that's why you founded MS Group, while Jonathan

works for you. Stella's son isn't even fit to work under you. Right, Dad?"

Timothy nodded. "Right. Actions shape your path, and your path shapes your life."

Molly added, "Dad, you're spot on. Mom, don't worry about them. It's no big deal if they don't visit. If they did,

Stella would askto get her son a job at Olteran Group, and Bella would remindI'm not your child. They'd

just stress Sebastian out."

Max and Zoey walked from the park to the hospital to visit Sebastian. After a brief stay, they headed home.

The ward was left with just Molly and Sebastian.

At the Olteran mansion, Vera lay on the bed, applying essential oil to her belly after a bath, murmuring, "Please,

no stretch marks."

Patrick had bought the oil a while ago, but she hadn't used it until now. She was worried that if her belly got ugly,

Patrick wouldn't love her anymore.

When Patrick found out, he laughed.

Patrick teased, "If you get ugly, | won't love you anymore."

Vera, annoyed, kicked him and said, "Separate rooms to sleep!"

Patrick laughed, grabbed her foot, and said, "Con, stop messing around. No matter what you look like, I love

you."

He leaned over and kissed her.

"Darling, do you even feel anything when you kissnow?"

Patrick was puzzled. "What do you mean?"

Vera frowned. "Are we seriously losing our spark already? Couples usually go through this after a decade or so,

not within the first year of marriage. We haven't even been married a year, and you're tellingwe're out of

desire?" Patrick was helpless.

Aside from enduring it, what else could he do? A cold shower was going to solve everything.

Every man went through this phase; he didn't expect Vera to think it was a sign of lost passion.

Patrick teased, "Vera, remember those nights before you got pregnant? Once the baby is born, we can continue."

Vera paused. "Then let's not."

Patrick added, "Marriage needs passion."

Vera regretted what she had just said.

"Oh, and honey, do you think Dennis, at his age, still has any fertility left?" Vera asked, her voice tinged with

concern.

She wanted to ask Patrick during the day, but there were always people around. This kind of question had to be

asked in private. Patrick was a bit doubtful but knew swealthy men in their seventies or eighties still had

kids.

"Sprobably still can," Patrick guessed.

Vera's eyes darted around as she glanced at Patrick, then pressed her lips before sneaking another look. She

seemed troubled. Patrick braced himself for another of Vera's earth-shattering questions. Whenever she had that

look, he knew to prepare for something big. Vera curled her legs, keeping her foot away from Patrick.

"Honey, let's talk about something," she said. "When | get older and can't have kids anymore, can you get a

vasectomy?"

Patrick was ready for this.

"Even if | get a vasectomy, I'm only with you. If you can't have kids, it doesn't matter if | get it or not," Patrick

replied.

Vera thought for a moment. "Oh, you've got a point!"

She wanted him to get a vasectomy to prevent cheating, but she trusted Patrick. He despised cheaters and

would never do it.

The Olteran men were known for being devoted to their wives.

"Then you shouldn't get it. It's still surgery, and there's a risk," Vera said.

Patrick smiled and pinched her cheek.

Vera glared at him. "Did you just pinch my face with the hand that grabbed my foot?" Patrick was speechless.

A moment later, Vera shouted, "Separate rooms to sleep!"

Patrick's laughter was warm and infectious, his mood was always uplifted around Vera.

It was getting late, and Molly hadn't finished her movie. Sebastian had already washed up and was in bed.

Seeing Molly on the sofa with her phone, he said, "Cto bed, lie next to me, and letwatch too." Molly,

being a grown woman, felt it was inappropriate to lie next to Sebastian. So, she pulled up a chair and sat beside

him, holding her phone.

Sebastian, feeling sorry for her sore arm, held up the phone himself.

He whispered, "Molly, were you serious about what you said today?"

"What?" She didn't remember.

Sebastian looked disappointed. "Nothing, just keep watching."

As Molly focused on the screen, she suddenly remembered Jeffrey's visit earlier, particularly the tattoo of a leaf.

Her thoughts wandered far. "Sebastian, | just remembered something. You keep watching; I'll be right back."

Still in her pajamas, Molly ran to the nurse's station and asked, "Hi, do we have a female patient on this floor

with the last nGonzales?"

At the Turner mansion, Jeffrey stood behind Dennis, bowing his head in apology. "Mr. Turner, | failed. He's not

seriously injured."

This meant Dennis had lost this round.

Earlier in the day, Dennis had reached out to numerous contacts trying to piece together information about

Victor. Unfortunately, Victor's condition was beyond saving. To make matters worse, someone from the White

family had gotten involved personally, and Dennis had no way to intervene or fix things.

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