Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Andre looked down at the compliant Mia in his arms, always managing to surprise him by turning things in his favor.

It seemed like fate. His previous anger gradually dissipated.

Mia, being very good at reading people's mind, could sense her husband's improved mood and snuggled against him, "Andre, have I made up for my mistake? Please don't be mad anymore."

Andre didn't respond but simply told her, "Next time you decide to throw down, let me know first."

"Why?" Mia asked, looking up at him curiously from his arms.

Andre: "So I can back you up."

Mia burst into laughter, "Deal!"

Mia had managed to dodge a bullet. She could tell her husband was back to treating her like his precious gem. So she decided to bring up a question that had been on her mind for a while, "Honey, you've been wanting to get back for Naomi for a while now, haven't you?" Even just thinking about Naomi made Andre grimace. "She's weak and useless. She's been bullied for over a decade and she still lets it happen. Her soft heart is her downfall. As expected, no one compares to my wife."

Mia wasn't sure whether Andre was praising her or criticizing her. Based on her two fights, it seemed that Andre wasn't angry about the people she fought, but rather he was upset that she got into fights and put herself at risk. He was worried about her getting hurt. Mia deduced that her husband probably had long wanted to teach Ellory and Kyle a lesson. But since Naomi never complained to the Cedillo family, he didn't think it appropriate to interfere in the Mastin family's affairs.

But she was different, she would fight back. If the Mastin family dared to bully her, Andre would definitely step in.

Little did Ellory and Kyle know, they were so pathetic they couldn't even beat a girl, and got put in their place by her.

Andre told his wife, "Mia, you need to be decisive in your actions and leave no loose ends. Reputation is for others to see, not to create trouble for ourselves, got it?"

Mia nodded, she was starting to feel like Andre's pet kitten. "Don't worry, honey, I'm no saint."

you can't get hurt." Mia nodded again.

wife was a formidable foe, but he also felt she was a bit

many masters in this

me like an old man? You're my husband, just pamper me and don't preach, it goes

Mia's teasing. Having just pacified her husband, Mia didn't dare to mess up

surroundings. This was her second time at

her future home would look like, the image filled her mind the moment she saw this house. Andre saw his wife appreciating the house and a satisfied

had double doors. Mia fell in love with it the moment she saw the bedroom door. Once inside, she left her husband and

joy in her eyes, Andre couldn't help but

on the edge of the bed, lay down to test the comfort, got up and went to the walk-in closet, then to the window sill. She was like a never-ending cleaning machine, inspecting every room one by one. She didn't need Andre

waiting for her in

you have a private

much wine in your basement,

allowed to drink." Andre rushed to the basement, put the bottle of wine back on the shelf, led Mia out of the wine room, and told her, "You can roam around the first floor and above, but you are not allowed to go to the

slightly, sneaking another

chose to ignore the look of interest in

her to the outdoor lawn and let

family with her husband for dinner. The

at his father's retreating figure; he knew his

on the phone: "Molly, why haven't you

the Byrne family's dinner table, eating while checking her phone. Chad cleared his throat and she quickly put her phone down. But she still replied to her father's message: "You are on your own

already been scolded by Andre. It's your turn now." Hansen was speechless.