Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Chapter 114

It was as if he didn’t see anything that afternoon

Fresh out of the shower, Hansen had lost the scent of the food alley, only the aroma of the food was still lingering in his mouth. He was in high spirits and started shooting the breeze with his son and daughter–in–law, “Andre, what’s Mia’s nickname on your phone?”

“Kittemia.”

“Ha! You two are a unique couple. Most people use “hubby‘ or ‘wifey‘ as nicknames. And you guys go with Kittemia‘ and ‘Tiger“, how quirky”

Andre looked at Mia, who was glued to his arm, and grinned, “I’m Tiger?”

Mia replied, “You’re known as the king of the business world. And the king of the jungle is the tiger, so hubby, do you like the nickname I gave you?”

Andre replied, “I prefer “hubby‘ as a nickname.”

“Then you got to change mine to ‘wifey!” Mia whined, clinging to his arm. She was practically crawling into Andre’s arms.

Andre gently touched his wife’s nose and chuckled, “Such a child”

Hansen thought to himself, “Are my son and daughter–in–law showing off their love to me?”

Leo thought, “Why isn’t Andre hitting Mia?”

It was getting late. Andre, with Mia in his arms, retreated to their bedroom.

After locking the door, Andre took off his coat. Mia hung it up. As she was tidying his clothes, Andre suddenly wrapped his arms around her from behind.

He bent down and whispered into her ear. His breath enveloped Mia. In a deep voice, he asked her, “Mia, have you ever lied to me?”

Upon being held, Mia tensed up. The warmth in her ears made her face instantly blush. She felt uncomfortable.

Had she lied to him? Of course, she had.

Wasn’t it about what happened that afternoon?

At that moment, she kept quiet.

Andre had her turn around. Looking at that distressed lady, he asked again: “Did you lie to me?”

Mia shut her mouth and slowly nodded.

spread across the man’s face. That

last time, I already know. You don’t have to

looked up in

afternoon, “You need to behave from now on. But, whatever you do, I’ll forgive you” That

soon

knew, a few days later, his words would

a sigh of relief, murmuring. “One shall never

restless”

into the night, Andre was once again teasing his

started

on the bed reading

“Kittemia” who usually nestled against his arm

tossed and turned in bed. In the end, she scooted to Andre’s side, grabbed his hand, and forcibly took away the book he was reading “Dear, stop reading. This book isn’t

her, “Do you want

“Aren’t I warmer than

that case, André put

side fussing like that, he was in no mood to

turned off the bedside lamp. The bedroom was

lifted her head. Andre dropped his arm. She rolled over into

bed was large, but they

know how a tiger treats

in his

her underneath him, and started unbuttoning

he needed was

innocent wife seemed

notes, or the crisp chime of

were a tiger and a kitten, I would still be your wife. You

Andre chuckled.

in and kissed

only understood the literal

being a tiger’s wife, means having

cat’s belly

would you know

in nature documentaries. If a cat gave birth to tiger cubs, she wouldn’t even

can hire

even worse. I’d rather let my child drink formula than another woman’s breast