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.

the man’s

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

up

expose her lie from that afternoon, “You need to behave from now on. But, whatever you do, I’ll forgive

soon and was too

knew, a few days later, his words would piss himself off to

a sigh of relief, murmuring. “One shall

restless”

Andre was once again teasing his pure

precisely, Mia started it

on the

“Kittemia” who usually nestled against his arm

fall asleep, so she 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

“Do you want me

“Aren’t I warmer than this

André put

like that, he was in no mood to

off the bedside lamp. The bedroom was plunged into

lifted her head. Andre dropped his arm. She

they only occupied a small

know how a

shook her head in his arms, “I

her underneath him, and started unbuttoning her pajamas,

to Mia. All he needed was her

innocent wife seemed

a ettion of beautiful notes, or the crisp chime of crystal

dear, you’re not a real tiger! Even if you and I were a tiger and a kitten, I would

Andre chuckled.

in and

literal

a tiger’s wife, means having tiger cubs for him. Do you

work. A cat’s belly is too small to fit tiger

you know if

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

can hire a

child drink formula than another woman’s