Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Chapter 911

Andre took a quick glance at the bagel and scrambled eggs on his wife's lap. With one hand, he rolled the egg on the steering wheel, tapping it all around until the shell cracked, making it easy to peel. He handed it to his wife, saying, "Just toss the trash in my cup holder,

I'll get rid of it when we stop. Go ahead and eat, make sure you're full before you get mad at me again."

Mia pouted, took the egg, peeled it, and placed the shell on a napkin. She then neatly tucked the wrapped trash into the cupholder where Andre usually kept his water bottle.

"I don't want the yolk."

Andre replied, "I'll eat it for you."

Mia split the egg and fed her husband the yolk while she quickly ate the whites.

Andre gently coaxed her, "What do you want for lunch? I can have the housekeeper bring it over."

"I'll just order takeout with my classmates."

"Have something decent, not just spicy soup, fried ramen, or burgers..."

Mia pretended not to hear.

As they neared the exam prep center, Andre, as usual, parked by the roadside, watching his wife hop out with her backpack. He couldn't help himself, "Cross the street carefully, text me when you arrive, don't panic in class, eat well, drink lots of water. I put some fruit in your backpack this morning; it's washed and ready..."

"I know, I know, you're my husband, not my parents," Mia said, clearly annoyed.

Indeed, girls studying for exams could be as fierce as dinosaurs.

Andre dared not show any temper.

after getting married. Watching her cross the

hurrying back. He had to drop off their eldest at school and there was still their youngest at home, probably still asleep. The housekeeper wouldn't dare enter their bedroom, worried the little one might

his way home, Andre noticed a delivery truck advertising

detour to a supermarket that was already open. He pointed at

just woken

she always says there's not enough time. From now on, have the housekeeper warm up a bottle of milk for her every morning to take on the

yet. I put pillows on

nestled between his parents' pillows, sleeping

one was woken up by his dad,

"Morning, Uncle."

of joy downstairs, held his son's little leg as Henry clutched his milk bottle. The differences in parenting were glaring even

clothes remained dry, his

hand, Henry not daring to open his eyes. In the end, dad had to use his wet hand to rub over his hair again. No lotion was applied, with dad saying, "Boys need to be tough,

increasingly rough in

touch the little prince, she felt Henry's cheeks weren't as

the stairs with Anya, he said, "Let's not

confused, "What

aunt has already admitted her mistake

was shocked, "Aunt confessed?! How

his son, "Do you think she'd

made sense. Her aunt, such a formidable woman, how could she be threatened by her

now?" Andre knew that Anya could spend eight days a week looking for Leo, and if there were any

mind racing. "No no, Uncle, it was Aunt who spent twelve hundred on a concert to chase after her idol in high school, it had nothing to do

stopped, looked at Anya, "Who was your aunt's idol back

serious face, Anya belatedly realized

milk bottle, drank with enjoyment, his eyes like black jewels,

was happening