Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Who would have thought that Andre would walk right up to her bedroom door! His eyes met the shimmering pair of eyes that were peeking through the slightly ajar door.

Mia waved her petite hand through the narrow gap and said in a soft voice, "Goodbye, hubby." Then, with a swift "snap", she closed the door.

Andre turned his head to glance at his sister's bedroom not far away. Her door was also surreptitiously closed.

Leo was in a pickle, not because he was on his way to find Tom, but because he had a loose tongue.

Andre decided not to beat his nephew this time. He had learned from his wife's personal experience that corporal punishment was more effective in making them remember their mistakes. So, it was time for Leo to do a handstand!

Mia and Molly, separated by a few walls, were chatting in their small group on their smartphones.

[I wonder how Leo is doing now. What do you think my husband will do to him?]

Molly replied, [Leo should become used to getting punished by now. I think he can handle whatever Andre throws at him.]

Mia sent another message, [Don't be too sure. My husband's slap really hurts.]

[Have you been slapped before?]

[Yes.]

Andre looked at the group chat on the table, then at his own hand, which clenched into a fist. He was confused. "When did I slap her?"

The messages kept pinging on the table. Every time a new message arrived, the table would vibrate.

Leo, currently standing on his hands as punishment, bit his lip and prayed, "Please don't let those two women be the ones sending messages in the group!"

Andre, cunning as ever, searched the group chat for keywords: "my hubby", "Andre", "my uncle".

Well, there were a whopping 483 messages that contained "my hubby". Mia must be shouting "my hubby" all day in the group.

He roughly estimated that there were at least 1000 messages discussing him in the group. They spent their whole day discussing him instead of doing something productive. How come he didn't know that these three kids were talking about him all day? "Andre, I can't hold on any longer."

better hold on even

glanced at his handstanding nephew, whose arms were trembling and face was

attention? I'll stand for two hours." He would rather stand at

word, and you'll handstand for half

and endured. Handstanding was

room and

on Leo's door and asked in a soft voice, "Do you need me to

out, "No need to waste

"Then what

"To become a monk."

as she looked at her nephew's room. "Poor

the room to admit to everything she had said

"Honey, are you...?"

finish her sentence, Andre answered, "I love you. I haven't changed my mind.

guilt-tripping

back to square one." Mia stood her ground, not backing

going to distract me again. Don't try to change the subject." Andre had experienced his wife's tactics before,

who said 'My hubby is a

the group 'My hubby is definitely

the group 'My hubby definitely

group 'My hubby must be a bit

backed off to escape, to fly away, to hide

on, tell me when and where this hand has slap

history without our consent. How dare you be so arrogant

"Speak!"

a long time, and finally managed to say, "Uh... slapping my butt

be driven to his grave by his wife's

tell me, where did 'weirdo', 'old man',

old grudges were now brought up again to confront her. How was she supposed to remember what

understand