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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on all her clever tricks and just took a

down, watching her inch closer, unsure whether to laugh or panic. He knew that tiny sound he made

were getting restless, craning their necks for

standing offstage, scratched his head. He had no clue how the boss was going to play

sure either-how was he supposed to

she said, he kept his

you know. Aren't

real

snuck into his office, and wrecked his printer.

". ." When did that little rascal break

going, "Oh, 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 clogged. Then he snuck those socks into his dad's clean laundry, and Andre wore them to work without even knowing. Did you ever

Wait, what? He had no idea his wife and kid had pulled this kind of stuff at

her still wasn't reacting. Even stories about their son weren't getting a

figured two family stories were enough

started getting noisy, everyone chattering about what

on.