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.

scolded by his young wife after getting married. Watching her cross the street,

off their eldest at school and there was still their youngest at

home, Andre noticed a delivery truck advertising

supermarket that was already open. He pointed at a case of whole milk and said, "I'll

the milk, Bruce had just woken up and asked, "Andre, who's all

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

put pillows on both sides for him, but he's gotten

between his parents' pillows, sleeping soundly, perhaps comforted by their

eight, the little one was woken up by his dad, and Anya came out

"Morning, Uncle."

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

his clothes remained dry, his hair too, and after washing his face, she even

his face with his large 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

in his

the little prince, she

Anya, he said, "Let's not bring up that

confused,

admitted her

"Aunt

his son, "Do you think she'd be threatened by a little girl like

it made sense. Her aunt, such a formidable woman, how could she be threatened by her and Chad taking turns. She hurried after Andre, "Uncle, aren't

and if there were any trouble Anya's Innocence couldn't outwit his wife's savvy, unless Leo was by her side!

the thought of her boyfriend getting in trouble again, her mind racing. "No no, Uncle, it was Aunt who spent

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

her uncle's serious face, Anya belatedly realized she had been

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

of what was happening at