Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Chapter 916

Mia pursed her lips, "Ambitious... A traitor. But in the end, he becomes the emperor, right? To me, my husband is my king. In the business world, he's the top dog, so really, it's all the same. And hey, if he's a traitor and you're a... shady businessman, we're basically in the same family, no clash there."

Andre wrapped his arms around her, a teasing grin on his face. His hand wandered to her backside, "Say that again, I dare you."

Feeling his touch, Mia quickly slapped a hand over her mouth, refusing to say another word.

Andre pulled her onto his lap, "Mia, you really think I'm gonna live forever, huh?"

Mia nodded, then quickly shook her head, realizing her mistake, "No, no, I want you to live as long as I do."

Andre's breath was warm against her skin. "You hesitate to spend a couple hundred on dinner but drop over ten grand on a ticket without a second thought."

"Honey, if you put on a concert, I'd spend a hundred grand without blinking. I'd swipe that card so fast."

Holding his playful wife, Andre's heart raced, "Alright then, I'll sing you a song now, and you can write me a check for a hundred grand."

He hit her soft spot! The little penny-pincher reached out, playfully stroking his chest, "Honey, we're married, right? So your songs are free for me." Not a cent spent.

Andre playfully smacked her bottom with a laugh.

"Honey! That's domestic abuse! I'm running away... Wait, wait, I'm not going anywhere. I was wrong." Mia wriggled out of his grip, her feet barely touching the ground before she tried to bolt from the room, only to be reeled back in by her nightgown. Seeing her husband's barely contained anger, Mia knew she was in trouble. She sweetly pleaded, "Honey, just one thing, I have class tomorrow, so take it easy."

at the end of the bed, looking at his wife, who lay there waiting for him. He grasped her ankles, gently parting her legs, "Even if it's in the past, our love's been compared to charity, and that's a tab we'll settle slowly. Tonight,

a deep breath. You can't hit or yell at me because I'm carrying your baby.

about it. Yes, I may be a bit of a handful, gossiping and not listening, but you should be proud. Out of 1,285 posts, I've only ever talked about you, that's my

many times. You can't just see the bad, you need to have a big heart, embrace the good, and not let the bad stuff mess

in my eyes, you're the most loving, caring, and thoughtful husband in

an arm around her neck, drawing close but not quite kissing her, "How do you

against his chest, offering a cheeky smile, "Chad, I'm pregnant, remember? Your little swimmer is growing inside

just have to get

that, Chad pressed his lips to hers, their

In their small apartment.

should head back, Mia won't dare lay

brave enough to hit Uncle, I'm

who was still catching her breath,

bed, her husband sprawled over her. Still flushed, she answered, "Go

picking on my Ms. Anya, I'll spill about your middle school

to hell!" Mia yelled, hanging

shoulder blade.

Andre's lips curled into a mischievous grin, his eyes cool as he traced her smooth back. "Little Mia, sounds like you've been a troublemaker since middle school." Mia felt like she was being skinned alive. "No, honey,

seething

definitely

up and reassured Anya, "Don't worry, I've got her under control. If Mia gives you grief at home, just call me. From her kindergarten games to her college days, I've got plenty on her. She knows not to mess