Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Mia was glad her husband didn't have any exes, but was upset that he seemed to look down on her.

So, the poor driving hubby got his fair share of scratches from his feisty kitty, Mia.

Upon reaching the office, Andre led Mia by the hand to the elevator.

"So, I heard I'm becoming a 'daddy' again?"

Mia felt a little guilty thinking about what happened on Saturday.

Andre asked, "Is it a girl or a boy you're carrying this time?"

Mia replied, "It's my anger this time."

Andre cast a quick look at Mia, who had lowered her gaze. "Nice," he remarked, his voice gaining an edge.

As they stepped out of the elevator, all people in the office turned their attention to the pair.

The way everyone stared made Mia think back to the question Andre had posed inside the elevator.

Did they all know about her supposed "pregnancy"?

A wave of anxiety washed over her.

She gripped Andre's hand more firmly, taking refuge behind him. "Honey," she whispered, "does everyone know?" "Yes, they all know."

Mia was on the verge of tears. She hadn't expected the news to spread so fast. She had only told a white lie.

"What should I do then? I don't have anything in my belly."

Andre felt needed at that moment.

"Tell them your anger has subsided, so there's no anger in your belly."

"How do I explain that? I... honey~"

Whenever Mia encountered a problem she couldn't solve, she started to act cute with Andre.

"Honey- what should I do?"

guided Mia into his office. Outside, the employees worked undisturbed, seemingly oblivious to their presence. Inside, Mia's anxiety grew. "Honey, should I just come clean

replied, "They won't

from Andre's grasp, disrupting

the documents, but Mia intervened,

out, it'll

help you with your lie, but you have

"Deal! I promise you."

Mia agreed readily.

up and

front of the drink cabinet in the common rest area, picking out a drink for his

"Mr. Cedillo, you've managed to pacify Mrs. Cedillo so quickly?" Andre chuckled

hatching a

elevator? It was to plant a seed of guilt in

the elevator, when Mia saw

lose all reason. Now all she wanted was to explain quickly and avoid

sleep

No way!

which other

bottle of green apple soda, "Let Mrs. Cedillo have a

"Pick another one."

Mia had a refreshing drink and regained

handed it to Andre. "How about this

"Fine."

wasted some

anxiously, "Honey, how did

"The misunderstanding is cleared."

let out a sigh of relief, patting her small

the drink bottle and handed it to her. "Sit on the sofa and wait for

and settled on the sofa. As she did, Andre couldn't help but smile, charmed by her playful actions. Throughout his work, he'd occasionally steal glances at Mia lounging on

bookcase. Upon realizing they were in languages she couldn't comprehend, she returned them, her face wrinkling in mild frustration.

fixed on the ceiling, boredom evident. Her drink empty, she reached for another bottle. As she struggled with the cap, Andre watched, an amused smirk forming on his

joy of observing her, minutes flew by for Andre. He then tapped

when she

over. Mia walked over and handed