I Am the Sweetheart of Mr. CEO

Chapter 739 - 736: Fully Automatic ATM (1)

"Vera?" After playing the audio, Kris Cooper looked worriedly at the girl in his arms. "If you still don’t believe me, I have more information to show you. We can go right now!"Vera gently shook her head. "No need."

Thinking she still didn’t believe him, Kris hurriedly said, "Everything I said is true. I didn’t tell you before because I was afraid you’d be disappointed. I..."

She reached out, wrapped her arms around his neck, and spoke softly in his ear.

"I believe you!"

Holding his neck, she tried hard to control her emotions.

"I’m sorry, I... I shouldn’t have doubted your father."

"It’s not your fault." Kris tightened his arms, pulling her into an embrace and lightly kissing her hair. "In this matter, I was also wrong. From now on, I won’t make decisions on my own anymore. I... I really didn’t want it to be like this. I’m sorry, Vera!"

He loved her so profoundly that he always wanted her to be happy, far from all intrigues and shadows. Yet, sometimes, things didn’t go as planned.

"Stop talking!" She gently released him, looking up into his eyes. "Your thoughts... I understand them all."

No matter how many times he had lost his temper with her, she held no resentment towards him in her heart. Because she knew that in this world, apart from the man before her, no one else would ever treat her so well. Just to make her happy, he was willing to weave a magnificent dreamscape for her.

"Actually..." Kris frowned slightly. "I did a little research on Brandy Leafcastle... It might not necessarily be your father’s fault. Perhaps... it was just Liliana Davis’s misunderstanding."

That incident had occurred long ago; even Kris found it difficult to uncover the precise truth. He was only worried Vera would struggle to move past it, so he offered these words of comfort.

"I think... this incident... it probably did have something to do with Father." Vera lifted her face. "I remember back then, he often stayed up all night, drinking despondently by himself. Once, I even heard him crying in the Study Room when he was drunk. I went in and asked him what was wrong, but he just said he missed Mother. Thinking back now, it probably wasn’t because of Mom!"

"Don’t talk about this anymore!" Kris held her shoulders. "Let the past be the past. Can we stop mentioning it, okay?"

Her father was Vera’s most important relative, and Kris didn’t want to shatter the beautiful image of him in her memory. Reading the concern in his eyes, Vera didn’t continue.

A buzzing sound came from the balcony. The two of them hurried out and were relieved to see it was just the washing machine. Vera fetched some clothes hangers, and Kris took the clothes out from inside, hanging them up to dry.

Vera looked at a crumpled shirt on a hanger and flipped over its label. "This isn’t supposed to be machine-washed; it must have shrunk."

The man looked unconcerned. "No big deal! We’ll just buy another one!"

Compared to her, what was one shirt? As long as she was willing to make up with him, he’d gladly throw away all his shirts.

Vera side-eyed him.

"You scoundrel!"

He smirked. "How am I a scoundrel?"

"You deliberately washed the clothes so you’d have an excuse to stay, didn’t you?" she said, bluntly exposing his ploy.

He then wrapped his arms around her waist. "You knew what I was planning and didn’t stop me. Does that mean you wanted me to be a scoundrel too?"

"Certainly not!"