Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Mia came clean, "Molly was about to get into a fight, and as her best friend, I had to have her back."

Andre raised an eyebrow, "Why was she fighting?"

"You'd have to ask her. I just got a few people together, I wasn't even there. Last night, you were still holding me close, remember?" Andre: "..."

Andre's deep-set eyes focused on his wife's chubby cheeks.

Thinking about the list his assistant gave him earlier, Andre shifted in his seat, questioning, "You sure know how to pick them, huh? Almost half of the top 40 fighters from The Silent Ring."

Mia looked down, mumbling, "If we're going to fight, we need the best, can't have amateurs getting beaten up, right?"

Andre, hearing her clearly, was once again left speechless.

After a moment, Andre asked, "She asked you to find people, why didn't she do it herself?"

Mia's chest puffed up with pride, "Well, she's not as famous as I am. When 'Auntie' here sends out a call, the fighters line up to sign up. Molly is just a small fry in The Silent Ring, she doesn't have much pull. Her calls get ignored. But when I send out a call, the system automatically boosts it to the top!"

Even while admitting her mistake, she made sure her husband knew just how influential she was in The Silent Ring.

Mrs. Cedillo's pride lasted all but two seconds before her husband's comment deflated her.

Andre: "If you're so great, you can finish your thesis on your own."

"I can't! Babe, I'm just a nobody."

Andre snorted, and Mia quickly tried to appease him, "Honey, I'm not great at all. My husband is the greatest man in the world."

Andre's lips curved up, waiting to see what else she would say.

"To me, my husband is my everything. In his eyes, I'm just a trashy little treasure."

an eyebrow: Oh, trash can be

on her kitty charm to win him over. Mia's first tactic:

dumb because I've been pregnant, my IQ has tanked. In my mind, 1+1=3. With my current brainpower, how can I write a thesis? You can't

definitely say behind your back, 'Look at Andre, no matter how rich or capable he is, he couldn't even get his wife to graduate. How embarrassing." Mia mimicked gossiping with a pointed finger. Andre, his arm around her waist, watched the dramatic Mia on his lap,

one

had known, she would have said

like sweet talk won't work, she'll have to come up with something

who don't keep their word will go

"Let it go

take our son and marry another rich

nerve. Andre's smile faded, his gaze

intimidated by her husband's aura that she couldn't meet his

not daring to utter

firm slap landed on her butt. "Did

"I did." After that, she continued

her thesis because he knew Mia's nature. In less than half a year, she would certainly stir up a

the time comes, he could pick any trouble as an excuse to punish her, letting her write

delivery room? Ha, Mia was too

a month had passed, the first

her, negotiating, "Honey, I'll give up my daily gifts, okay? You write it for me." Andre withdrew his

I've already done it, you can

narrowed his eyes, "Leo was

slipped, she bit her

was quiet for a few seconds, Mia changed

your punishment, it's for your

light punishment is enough. If you use such a severe punishment now, you won't be

have to keep a hold on my 'lifeline,' so I'll behave in the future and not dare

the trouble you want, I'll clean up after you. But, you still have to write