My Wife Is An All-Around Expert

Violet quickly shook her head, looking flattered. “It’s fine, it’s fine!”

Patrick’s apologizing to her had already surprised her. How could she still dare to mind?

Moreover, Patrick’s anger was fueled by his deep concern for her safety. And she was grateful for that.

After breakfast, the two of them went out.

Patrick walked in front and proposed, I'll send you to work, okay?”

Violet couldn't help but wonder at the sudden shift in Patrick’s

temperament. He had taken the initiative to apologize. So she didn’t hear his words.

As Patrick concluded his words, he pivoted on his heel, only to find Violet hurtling towards him, seeking solace in his embrace. Violet bit back a curse and instinctively covered her nose, wincing as a sharp pain shot through it.

Her nostrils crinkled as if they had collided with a steel plate. The sharp. sting was so intense that it threatened to bring tears to her eyes.

Violet said with reddened eyes, “Why did you suddenly stop?”

She looked a little aggrieved and pitiful. It was obvious that she was really in pain.

Patrick could not help but smile. He asked, “I asked you a question, why didn’t you answer?”

Violet was stunned. “What did you ask?”

Patrick’s gaze fell upon

her and a slight chuckle escaped his lips. He found Violet’s appearance amusing, a delightful blend of silliness and undeniable cuteness.

He said, “I said I'll send you to work!”

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Violet sheepishly rubbed her nose, feeling a tinge of embarrassment. “Sorry, | didn’t quite catch that. Your chest is just really firm.”

Violet let go of her hand. The tip of her nose was a pitiful shade of red.

Patrick let out a chuckle, but his amusement was short-lived when he caught Violet watching him. His smile faded, and he quickly changed his tone. “Be more careful when you walk,” he warned, his voice stern and controlled.

Violet let out a frustrated sigh and rubbed her nose in exasperation, looking every bit like a helpless rabbit with red-rimmed eyes, both pitiful and adorable at the same time.

As Patrick glanced her way, he found himself marveling at how he had never realized just how cute she was.

Because Patrick took the initiative to apologize today, Violet did not refuse. to work with him.

Considering that Patrick heard the topic that “Guys are like clothes”, Violet, did not dare to connect to her phone this time. As she settled into the car, she kept her head lowered and busied herself with her phone for a while, before eventually closing her eyes and feigning sleep in silence.

Although it was a quiet journey, Patrick was still in a good mood.

As they pulled up at the company, both of them emerged from the car, stepping out onto the pavement.

For the first time ever, Patrick didn’t use the CEO's exclusive elevator. Instead, he kept his head down and entered the employee lift, his phone clasped tightly in his hand.

Violet cast a fleeting glance in his direction, silently yearning to offer him a gentle reminder. Yet, witnessing his unwavering focus on his phone, she tactfully held her words, allowing the silence to linger.

Patrick was scrolling through social media.

Then he saw something Violet posted when she was in the car.

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“Oh my go d! Did the sun rise from the west today?”

The photo was a hand rubbing Viola. It was obvious that the hand was

Violet's.

Viola looked helpless and vulnerable as Violet pinched its ear and toyed.

with it.

Upon reading the post, Patrick’s emotions swirled between anger and amusement. Hadn't he just offered an apology? How could she be so profoundly taken aback by it?

As he gazed upon the photo, his mind couldn’t help but conjure up Violet's expression when she tenderly stroked the cat. A subtle curl etched its way onto the corners of his mouth, unable to withhold a sense of warmth.

Violet caught a glimpse of his radiant smile by accident, momentarily taken aback. Curiosity piqued, she couldn't resist stealing a glance at his phone, wondering what could possibly be making him smile so elatedly.

Her mood also experienced an inexplicable upswing.

The joy of happiness had a contagious effect on people.

Just then, the employee elevator came to a stop on the first floor with a soft ping.

As the elevator doors slid open, three figures standing outside stepped

together.

The faint smile on Violet’s face immediately disappeared when she saw

them.

Rose was shocked when she saw Patrick.

Her voice was gentle, soft, and sweet. She was overjoyed. “Mr. Hersey! Good morning!”

The three people were Rose, Helen, and Violet's assistant, Sophia.

When Violet saw Rose, her mood inexplicably... turned worse.

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Putting away his phone, Patrick’s eyebrows furrowed as he looked at Rose. “What are you doing here?” he asked.

Upon hearing Patrick’s familiar tone, Violet cast her gaze downward, concealing her thoughts.

Rose’s spirits soared, completely unfazed by Patrick’s cold gaze. “I’m here for Ms. Webb!” she exclaimed, brimming with enthusiasm.

“Okay,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

As the elevator approached the design department, Helen nudged Rose’s arm, alerting her to the impending arrival.

Rose quickly spoke again, “Mr. Hersey, may | talk to

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alone?”

Patrick’s gaze darted briefly towards Violet, before furrowing with displeasure at the sight of Rose. A moment of tense silence hung in the air before Patrick spoke up. “Let’s have a talk in my office.”

Rose immediately heaved a sigh of relief and lowered her head happily.

Compared to Rose’s happiness, Helen was even happier. Her face was full of joy, and she looked proud as if she was the one who was called to the office by Patrick.

Resolutely, Violet kept her expression neutral, her gaze remaining locked on the smooth walls of the elevator, not uttering a single word.

When the elevator arrived, she quickly walked out. Sophia immediately

followed.

Helen said to Rose, “Rose, |’ll be waiting for you in the design- department!”

With that, she straightened her back and walked out of the elevator arrogantly.

Clutching the design draft with its rough outline that Violet had provided, Helen made her way to the design department. She sought out Helen, eager to see if there were any additional requests for the project

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She brought Sophia into the reception room and handed the first draft of the design to Helen.

Helen cast a quick glance at the drawing before flinging it directly at Violet's face. “Ms. Webb, may | ask what this is? | paid good money for it, and this is how you deceive your customers?”

Before Violet could say anything, Sophia’s expression changed. “Ms, Yates, if you're not satisfied, just say it. Why do you have to throw the design. draft in someone else’s face? Even if you're a client, you don’t have to insult people like this!”

Helen raised her chin and looked at Sophia with disdain. “Who do you think you are? How dare you talk to me?”

Sophia was so angry that his face turned red.

Violet reached out and pulled her back. She looked at Helen

expressionlessly and said, “Ms. Yates, if there’s anything you're dissatisfied with, just tell me and I'll modify it!”

Helen snorted. That sounds more like it. Young lady, learn from Ms. Webb. Clients are G od. You'd better change your attitude!” Violet glanced at Helen and said in neither servile nor overbearing tone, “Ms. Yates, can we continue discussing the design requirements? Even if you're the client, you should know when to stop. You don’t have to teach my assistant how to handle things!”

Helen didn’t expect that when she threw Violet design drafts, Violet didn’t respond. Now that she mentioned a small assistant, she immediately protected her.

She sneered and looked down on her. Ms. Webb, are you teaching met how to do things?”

Violet's eyes did not waver. “I wouldn’t dare!”

She wouldn’t reduce herself to this sort of argument.

Helen’s anger surged within her like a raging inferno as she beheld Violet’s

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nonchalant expression.

Her sister, Rose, had already h ooked up with Patrick, Violet's boss!

Violet, an insignificant designer, actually dared to talk to her this way.