Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Andre: "Then why don't you book a flight for the cops, too? Let them cross the ocean to catch me."

Mia furiously retorted, "Can't you just spoil me a bit?"

"Am I not already spoiling you enough? I'm preventing you from going out to protect you. Do you think spoiling you means handing you the knife when you want to murder someone?" Mia pursed her lips, guiltily admitting, "Well, that's also a form of spoiling, I suppose."

Leo gave Mia a thumbs-up, "If my uncle actually handed you the knife, there would be headlines: 'Well-known CEO of a multinational corporation, Andre, spoils wife to the point of incarceration."

Hearing his nephew's mocking tone, Andre turned to his wife, "Did you hear that, Mia? Even Leo is more clear-headed than you."

Mia playfully smacked Leo's back, "Buzz off, Leo. It's hard enough trying to appease my husband without you tripping me up."

Leo rubbed his sore arm and muttered quietly, then left with a sense of dissatisfaction after being chased away by Mia.

Andre, hearing his wife's words, felt a sweet warmth spread through his heart. He was indeed a tough nut to crack.

Mia retreated to their bedroom with her phone, trying to persuage her husband. "Honey, if I birth you a second child, will you let me go?" Andre felt that this proposition was twisted. He replied, "Aren't you the one who wants a second child, so I can help you with your paper?" Mia recalled a vivid memory. She tried again, "What about a third child?"

Andre: "I'm not interested."

Mia felt depressed. Before, she could use her body to trick her husband, but now, with the baby in her belly, she had no weapon left. "What if I give you a daughter? Don't all men want a darling little girl?"

Andre: "I'll raise you as my little girl."

With children out of the picture, Mia started to consider her other charms. In the end, she discovered that another shining point about herself was her annoying ability. Yet, if she were to promise her husband that she would stop annoying him, clearly, she wouldn't even believe her own words.

"Honey, I want to go home to see my parents."

Andre: "I'll have the driver take you."

"Andre, if you keep preventing me from leaving the house today, we'll be getting

hardened, his anger barely concealed, "I don't think you want to

wife with patience and tenderness. This matter,

"You're making me upset. My stomach

panicking. "Mia, what's

stomach, "My stomach hurts. It's your fault. I'm hanging up now. I have to go to the

which were dry without a single

Naomi appeared at the door of Mia's bedroom, anxiously asking, "Mia,

feigned a sob, "My husband upset me so

in her apparent victory. He scratched his head in frustration and said, "Why does Mia have so many tricks up her sleeve?" At the hospital,

anymore. I'll leave first, bye." From Leo's passenger seat, one could see

they turned out to be as mischievous as Mia, it would

from Naomi. Feeling duped, Andre took a deep breath, "Naomi, just leave her be. Let her have her moment, and I'll deal

Andre rubbed his chest. He knew that if there were truly any danger, his

your heart?" A strange

my

"Is it... your wife?"

indulgence, "Besides my lively little one at home, who else has the ability to make me so

Mia, Andre couldn't help but smile, even

Andre would respond with a grin, "Yes, I'm a family man now. My wife is pregnant. If not for her condition, I would've brought her along this trip." Meanwhile, the

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travelled across Havenbrook, finally

Molly was getting familiar with the office environment and learning the workflow. She found that once she put her mind to it, it

asked Molly, "Miss, would you like to have lunch with the CEO or join us

replied, "I'm meeting my friends for lunch. You

her purse and dashed out, only to rush back into the

the afternoon?" Molly had a knack for forgetting things, including