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?"

seemingly oblivious to their presence. Inside, Mia's anxiety grew.

replied, "They

papers from Andre's grasp, disrupting his focus. "So, should I admit

"That won't help either." He tried to continue reviewing the documents, but Mia intervened, closing the folder and forcing him

out, it'll spell trouble for

help you with your lie, but you have to promise me, let

"Deal! I promise you."

Mia agreed readily.

got up and left the

common rest area, picking

asked, "Mr. Cedillo, you've managed to pacify Mrs. Cedillo

a plan in

the elevator? It was to

when Mia saw everyone staring at her,

wanted was to explain

sleep

No way!

flavor, which other

bottle of green apple soda, "Let Mrs. Cedillo

"Pick another one."

a refreshing drink and regained her senses, his cunning plan would

and handed it to Andre. "How about

"Fine."

drinks, wasted some time outside, then returned to

rushed over, asking anxiously, "Honey, how did

"The misunderstanding is cleared."

a sigh of relief, patting her small chest,

sofa and wait for me. When I

her drink 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

in languages she couldn't comprehend, she returned them, her face wrinkling in mild frustration. She then drifted

the ceiling, boredom evident. Her drink empty, she reached for another bottle. As she struggled with the cap,

of observing her, minutes flew by for

she

walked over