Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Mia stared at the man in front of her he hadn't budged an inch, not even a flicker of surprise on his face.

She couldn't help herself and blurted out again, "Seriously, I'm not making this up. I really am married to Andre. It's not just someone with the same name—you're with The Silent Ring, you must know him."

The show had already started, and "Auntie" was on stage alone, pulling every negotiation trick she knew.

Andre was sweating bullets. With the way his wife was playing this, all he could do was stand still and hope for the best.

"Believe me or not, just-don't call Andre, okay? If he finds out his darling wife snuck into The Silent Ring, I'll never hear the end of it."

Andre cleared his throat. "Mm."

Mia: "......"

Andre watched as Mia's face froze in shock. Why'd she suddenly clam up?

Only then did he realize that one tiny sound from him had stopped her in her tracks.

"Did I mention you have the same build as my husband... and your voice, too?" Her words were soft, almost suspicious.

Andre: ".

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and just took a step closer, eyeing

laugh or panic. He knew that

restless, craning their necks

scratched his head. He had no clue how the boss was going to

sure either-how was he supposed to

what she said, he

I have a son, you know. Aren't you

a real troublemaker,

snuck into his office, and wrecked his printer.

". ." When did that little rascal

and my son once squeezed his tiny feet into my husband's socks, tripped over them, and got so mad he tossed them in the toilet. I had to fish them out so the pipes wouldn't get

Wait, what? He had no idea his wife and kid

reacting. Even stories about their son

thought about sharing more secrets, but figured two family stories were enough for

crowd below started getting noisy, everyone chattering

on.