The CEO's Mischievous Little Bride by Whispering Willow

Chapter 607 Good Night

The night breeze was soft, and with Randall sometimes wrapping his arm around her shoulder and occasionally

tapping her head, Susan felt a warm glow inside. She couldn't quite put it into words, but right then, the wind felt

so gentle, and the night seemed perfect. Whenever she was near Randall, Susan's cheeks would turn a light

pink, hidden in the hazy moonlight, keeping her feelings a secret.

There was no one else around, but with Randall by her side, Susan wasn't scared of the quiet, empty night road

at all. She even wanted to walk along the curb so Randall could hold her hand.

But Randall, being Randall, blocked her with his arm, guiding her to walk on his side. "Watch it, or | won't carry

you if you twist your ankle."

She should've known, Randall's sweetness never lasted long! Susan shot back, "Then I'll call an ambulance.

When it comes, it won't take you."

Randall reached out and pinched Susan's cheek. "Look at you, so tough. Planning to ditch my passenger seat?"

"Randall, that hurts," Susan said.

Randall loosened his grip a bit, his arm still around Susan's shoulder. They walked down the road illuminated by

bright streetlights, with the sky glowing from a cold white moon and a few twinkling stars. Their shadows

stretched long on the ground, and from a distance, Susan's soft voice could be heard asking, "Randall, how much

money did you make?"

Like a couple on a stroll, the boy protecting the girl, Randall teased, "Have you been hanging out with Vera too

much? You're starting to act like her, always thinking about money?"

Susan pouted, "No, I'm just worried you don't have enough. | can lend you some, but I'll charge interest."

Randall's laughter rang out, clear and bright. "Save your money for your wedding. | can still afford a car myself."

As they walked down the slope, their figures gradually disappeared into the distance.

At the Cherry Villa, Vera had been walking around with Theodore for a while. She and Patrick moved so quietly,

afraid of waking the sleeping Theodore.

When Theodore finally closed his eyes and slept soundly, Vera carefully placed him in the middle of their bed.

Theodore was a restless sleeper. Every little movement made Vera nervous, hoping he would stay asleep and not

wake up. Finally, Theodore just stirred a bit, his chubby little face and tiny hands resting peacefully as he slept.

Patrick took a small blanket specifically for Theodore and covered him. Vera got up and breathed a sigh of relief.

Patrick looked at Vera, who had been so formidable last year, fearing nothing but him. But this year, she

probably never imagined that she would be tamed by her own child, so cautious when putting him to sleep.

When Vera went to close the window, she reached out to feel the temperature. "When Randall and Susan left

earlier, we should've let them take one of your cars. It's so late, and they probably haven't reached downtown

yet." Patrick sternly said, "It doesn't matter with the young."

Vera closed the window and looked at the unhappy Patrick. She directly asked, "Is Randall not behaving at the

company again?"

Patrick went to the bed and looked at Theodore, his heart softening a bit. "Theodore is the most obedient one."

Vera also climbed into bed, lifted the blanket, and snuggled in. She looked at Theodore sleeping peacefully

between them and said, "Honey, let's not jump to conclusions. Wait until he's twenty before making any

judgments. After all, neither of us were exactly angels."

It was nine o'clock, bedtime. Vera couldn't get enough of looking at Theodore. She reached out to touch his little

face and gently stroked his hair. "Honey, before we take any baby pictures, let's shave his head. It's getting

warmer, and I'm worried he'll pull his own hair with those little hands."

When it cto Theodore, Patrick rarely disagreed with Vera. "When you finish school, I'll take him to pick you

up, and we'll go to the barbershop together." Vera nodded.

In the downtown, Randall finally led Susan through a dark road and arrived at the bustling city center. There

were empty cars parked along the roadside. As they were about to get a ride, Susan pulled Randall's hand and

pointed to a restaurant across the street. "Randall, you went to help someone ‘fix their computer’ after work, so

you probably haven't had dinner. Let's eat first."

Randall said, "No need, it's cold outside. You should go hfirst." But Susan stubbornly pulled Randall's hand,

crossed the street, and went to the small restaurant. She pushed open the door, and it was warm inside.

There were a few customers inside, and the owner was standing by the cash register. Randall pointed, indicating

for Susan to find a place to sit while he went to the counter to order.

"Susan, do you want scold dishes?" Randall asked in a voice that was neither too loud nor too soft, just

enough for everyone inside to hear.

As a result, everyone's eyes turned to the pure and beautiful Susan who had just sat down. Susan bit her tongue

in embarrassment, her face blushing. "Yes."

Randall smiled. He knew that even though Susan was thin, she could still eat a few more bites when she was full.

After dinner, they caught a ride home, arriving at ten o'clock. Cindy cout to get water for Vincent and saw

the two returning. "Where did you go? Why are you back so late?" Randall said, "We went to eat." Susan nodded.

Cindy nagged a bit and then went upstairs. After a while, Susan and Randall also went upstairs. As they parted,

Susan waved to Randall. "Randall, good night." Randall ignored her.

When Susan returned to her bedroom and was about to take a shower, her phone rang. She opened it and saw a

message from Randall: [Good night.] Susan was so happy she didn't even want to wash up.

The next day, Randall picked up Susan after school and went directly to the car exhibition center. The dealership

Randall went to wasn't one with many luxury cars but rather one with cars averaging tens of thousands of

dollars.

He held Susan's books in his hand, weaving through cars, looking at the ones he liked. Susan didn't understand

much but followed closely behind Randall.

The salesperson was introducing the cars from behind, and Randall knew the cars here well. Randall knew the

pros and cons of sbrands praised by the salesperson, including those imported from other countries.

"Susan, can you haggle?" Randall knew that if they bargained, they could save a few thousand dollars. As he

walked, he turned back to ask the bewildered Susan. "What?" Susan looked completely puzzled.

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