Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Chapter 225

Molly saw Mia across the street, having a conversation with a man, and she appeared very impatient.

"Yo, Mia, what's up?" Molly strolled over.

Mia grimaced, "This dude wants my digits, says it's for a free cup of coffee."

Molly glanced at the man in question.

"Do you know who Andre is?" she asked.

The man nodded.

"That's his wife," Molly pointed at Mia.

After saying that, Molly took Mia and left, leaving behind the man who was so shocked that he even forgot to retrieve his cell phone.

Once they were well away, Molly jested, "Only you could pick up a flirt while doing a survey, Mia. Girl, you got hitched too early."

Mia retorted, "I didn't see it coming, I thought he was promoting a new coffee shop or something. If I knew he was into me, I'd have dropped Andre's name pronto." The guy probably had never asked anyone's phone number on the street before.

He had followed Mia for two blocks, only to be spotted and confronted by Mia.

So she mistook him for a salesman.

Molly roared with laughter when she figured out Mia's thoughts.

Later in the evening, Molly was more than happy to fill Andre in on Mia's little encounter.

Andre looked at his sister and said, "Molly, I'll rely on you for looking after things around Mia from now on."

"No worries, Andre, I got your back. If someone tries to poach your wife, I'll be the first to tell you."

Andre had always shielded her from scoldings when they were little, so Molly had always respected him.

She might be tight with Mia, but pleasing Andre was her top priority.

Andre was always generous with his sister. He took seriously any information she provided and would even reward Molly with some pocket money, the amount varied. Andre thought to himself that his sister was so much more reliable than his nephew.

Back in his bedroom, Andre found his wife seated cross-legged on the floor, one hand propping up her face as she stared at her laptop, with five completed surveys next to her. "Ugh, how am I going to summarize this?"

present her own viewpoints in a short paper, and include data

at her

next to his

a sense of relief.

began to feel a little

not pleased, "Did you get hit on

How did

have been Molly tattling." she was

Molly knew

his wife sitting on

didn't know he was hitting

from the floor and cradled

wondered how to make

husband's arms, was

behaved obediently when he

a word of protest when they hit the

snuggled up to him, whispering in his ear, "Darling, I'll satisfy your needs, so you have to do a little favor for me,

not taking no for an answer. She hiked

small favor for you, will you help me? If you won't help me, you can forget

using her

this is the only nightie

sad fate of her last

agree to help

don't, you can't escape

words were swallowed back, Mia couldn't get a

man remember Mia's request, "What did you want

a survey paper, will

Mr. Cedillo was speechless.

him help her with something yesterday, and now she was slacking off again, expecting

"I'll tutor you, you write

the covers, like a cat, retreating in evasion. "No, I'm all worn out from just

from under the covers and handed her the laptop from the table. "I'll tutor

you write it and I tutor you?" Mia was still hoping she could get away with not doing

by anyone, Mia

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