Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

As the car started moving for the second time, Andre buckled up.

The car took three spins around the front yard, then headed towards the fountain. Mia tried to steer it in the opposite direction. "Stop the car," Andre yelled.

Then, the car came to an abrupt halt. His body jerked forward.

Thank goodness the seatbelt saved his life.

He showed his wife the correct route around the roundabout. Mia then resumed driving.

"Stop the car."

The seatbelt saved Andre's life once again.

"Mia, don't drive in the middle of the road, keep to the side."

About ten minutes passed, Andre shouted again, "Stop the car."

The seatbelt saved his life for the third time.

The constant braking made his chest ache a bit.

Andre coughed twice. He looked at his wife and asked, "How was the drive just now?"

"The road was rough," Mia replied in a soft voice.

Hearing her voice, Andre's anger evaporated.

He even tenderly comforted her, "Sweetie, you drove over the flowers."

Had there been a fence, she would have definitely crashed into it.

And if there was a cliff beyond the fence, they would have tumbled down by now.

Thankfully, this was just their own garden.

The garden of the Cedillo Mansion had superb scenery, with flowers of various colors and trees of all seasons.

Every morning, gardeners would bring fresh flowers to plant.

However, the newly planted flowers had barely been in the soil for half a day before Mia crushed them under the car.

for the flowers. She unbuckled her

eased off the brake, then attempted to exit the

car started

punish those who repeated the same mistakes, helping them correct their behaviors. But, with

couldn't scold her

hit her because she would

The car

she cried out, "Oh

"she still had the

shifted gears, and slowly let off her foot. Once she was sure the car wouldn't roll

to check the flowers,

he also turned off the car and headed

the ground, looking at the precious flowers crushed into the soil. The beautiful flowers, flattened by

her hands clasped together and eyes closed, Mia murmured as if in prayer, "I'm sorry. I'll try my best to revive you. If I can't, rest in peace in heaven. I'll hold a funeral for you." Andre was

his pants leg and squatted beside her. "Are

rescuing. If the rescue fails, then, I am

was speechless

was the

up the difference between lip gloss and lip oil, which certainly expanded his knowledge.

it out first before you can bury it again," Mr. Cedillo reminded her, unable to

make

the flower, she complimented her husband, "No wonder people think you're so great. You're smarter than the rest of us." As she was pulling, suddenly, the

looking at the broken stem in her hand, seemingly frozen

in her hand

it might have survived if replanted

the roots

gripped the middle of the stem and pulled. As a result, she

case, the flower was completely irreparable. The usually stoic Andre nonchalantly said, "You don't have to try to

in the yard. Tears

her tears, he comforted her, "There, there, don't cry, sweetheart. It's just

weren't quite right, Andre

Mia's crying,

going on? Mia, what happened? Did Andre bully you? I'll beat him up with a

over to Mia, asking with

Andre's back, not too hard, just to let Mia know

at Hansen with teary eyes. "Andre didn't bully me." "Huh? Then who bullies you?" Mia pointed to the flower that she had crushed and then broken, "This one." Now, Hansen didn't know what