The CEO's Mischievous Little Bride by Whispering Willow

Chapter 500 Feeding Theodore Formula Milk

Vera cclean, "Molly's itching for a fight, and | gotta back her up."

Patrick raised an eyebrow, "Why's she throwing punches?"

Vera shrugged, "You gotta ask her. | just rounded up sfolks, didn't even show my face. Last night, you were

all over me, remember?" Patrick's intense gaze locked onto Vera's round cheeks.

Thinking about the list his assistant handed him today, Patrick shifted and grilled her, "You're pretty slick at

finding people, huh? You snagged almost half of the top 40 pros from the Shadow Syndicate United."

Vera looked down, muttering, "If you're gonna brawl, you don't get scrubs, you get the best."

Patrick, hearing her loud and clear, was left speechless.

After a beat, Patrick asked, "She told you to find them, so you did. Why didn't she do it herself?"

Vera puffed up with pride, "Cause she ain't got the rep | do. When Crimson Viper calls, the pros crunning.

Molly's got no pull in the Shadow Syndicate United. Her notice would've been buried. When | post, it goes

straight to the top!" She admitted her mistake but couldn't resist flaunting her status in the Shadow Syndicate

United.

Vera's pride was short-lived as Patrick's next words deflated her instantly.

Patrick said, "Since you're so capable, you can handle your graduation thesis on your own."

Vera yelped, "I can't! Babe."

Patrick snorted, and Vera quickly tried to butter him up. "Babe, I'm not capable at all. My hubby's the most

capable guy in the world."

Patrick's lips twitched into a slight smile, waiting to see what else she'd say.

Vera continued, "My hubby's my whole world, and in his eyes, I'm just a cute little dummy."

Patrick raised an eyebrow, thinking, 'A dummy can be cute?’

Vera plopped herself onto Patrick's lap, trying to charm him. "Babe, | sacrificed my brains to have our kid. In my

head, 1+1 equals 3. With this kind of math, how can | write a thesis? You gotta helpout."

"If I don't graduate, people will gossip. They'll be like, 'Look at Patrick, all that money and smarts, but he couldn't

even get his wife to graduate. What a joke!"" Vera mimicked people gossiping behind his back. Patrick wrapped

an arm around Vera's waist, watching her act on his lap, a smile creeping into his eyes.

"1+1=3 is right. You andmake a family of three," Patrick said.

Vera regretted it instantly. If she knew, she would've said "1+1=100" since she couldn't have 99 kids. Playing

cute didn't work; she needed a new plan.

"Babe, people who break promises go broke."

Patrick said, "Let it break then."

"If you go broke, I'll take Theodore and marry sother rich guy."

Vera accidentally hit Patrick's sore spot. His smile vanished, eyes sharp, glaring at Vera in his arms. Patrick's

intense aura made Vera too scared to meet his gaze.

She bit her lip, staying silent.

In the end, she got a firm smack on her butt. "Did you mess up?"

Vera nodded weakly. "Yeah, | did." She kept biting her lip, trying to look all innocent and well-behaved.

Patrick had agreed to help Vera with her thesis because he knew her too well. In less than six months, she'd

definitely stir up strouble.

When that happened, he could pick any mistake, punish her, and make her write the thesis herself.

Trying to threaten him in the delivery room? Vera was way too naive!

And here she was, causing trouble before she even fully recovered.

Vera grabbed Patrick's hand that had just smacked her butt and tried to negotiate, "Babe, can | skip the daily

gift? You write it for me." Patrick pulled his hand back and said, "Nope."

Seeing Patrick's anger, Vera just cclean. "Well, I've already found them. Even if you smacknow, it's

done. Plus, | got Randall to keep an eye on Molly." Patrick squinted, "Randall's in on this too?"

Vera slipped up, biting her tongue, feeling bad for Randall.

The room went quiet for a few seconds, and Vera switched tactics.

"Babe, change the punishment. I'm doing this for your own good. Hearout. | just did a tiny thing this time. A

light punishment is enough. If you go too hard now, you won't be able to controllater. Who knows what crazy

stuff | might do, right? So you can't punishtoo harshly this time. Keep a hold on my weakness, so I'll behave

and not cause trouble."

Patrick listened to Vera's spiel.

He smiled and said, "It's cool, you can cause all the trouble you want, and I'll clean it up. But you still gotta write

the thesis yourself."

Vera's face turned red with anger. She finally got what it felt like to be really pissed off.

After punishing Vera, Patrick picked up the gift box, took out the bracelet inside, grabbed Vera's hand, and tried

to put it on her. "Try today's gift."

"I won't!" Vera pouted, hiding her hands behind her back.

Patrick glanced at the pouting Vera. He didn't indulge her but placed the bracelet on the table.

He looked at Vera, who was sulking.

After a while, there was a knock on the door from the servant, who announced, "Theodore needs to be fed."

No one inside spoke. Patrick glanced at Vera, who was sitting on his lap like a chair.

Vera's eyes lit up instantly. She had a new idea. Acting cute didn't work, negotiations failed, so she might as well

go the threat route.

After a moment, the servant knocked again. "Theodore is crying from hunger."

Vera didn't move, using her advantage to threaten. "Change the punishment, and I'll feed Theodore."

Patrick took a deep breath, looked at the door, and ordered the servant, "Feed him formula."

Vera turned to look at Patrick's cold profile, thinking, 'Even using Theodore to threaten him doesn't work?'

"He doesn't like formula. He's used to breastfeeding and won't take it," the servant said again.

Theodore's crying could already be heard from the door.

Patrick was ruthless, not softening even for Theodore. "If he won't take it, let him be hungry."

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