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."

inflamed, "Andre, if you keep preventing me from leaving the house

concealed,

was talking to his wife with patience and tenderness. This matter, however, managed to provoke his

whimpered, "You're making me upset. My

was panicking. "Mia, what's

clutched her stomach, "My stomach hurts. It's your fault. I'm hanging up now. I have to go to the hospital." With that, Mia ended the

were dry without a

door of Mia's bedroom, anxiously

husband upset me so much that my

apparent victory. He scratched his head in frustration and said, "Why does Mia have

From Leo's passenger seat, one could see a petite girl

feeling that daughters were quite a handful. If they turned out to be as mischievous as Mia, it would be quite

breath, "Naomi, just leave her be. Let her have her

chest. He knew that if there were truly any danger, his nephew wouldn't be

feeling discomfort in your

in my

"Is it... your wife?"

"Besides my lively little one at home, who

he mentioned Mia, Andre couldn't help but smile, even when he was

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 young Mia,

at her, "Mia, I wish you

finally stopping at the Chade

workflow. She found that once she put her mind

asked Molly, "Miss, would you like to have lunch with the

"I'm meeting my friends for lunch. You guys

only to rush back into the office a moment

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