Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

She was his real sister, after all, so of course she couldn't help but feel a little protective—almost worried that Andre was just too good at keeping Mia wrapped around his finger.

Mia, snuggled in her husband's arms, turned her head and, with a scrunched-up nose, pressed her face against his chest for a playful sniff. Suddenly, she looked up with wide eyes. "Honey?"

Andre: "..."

He immediately let go, flexing his fingers, his fist still tight, caught between wanting to hold on and not daring to strike.

Now it was Andre's turn to move. Mia stood ready, dodging quick as a flash. His fist shot out, but she slipped to the side, grinning, "You're not my husband! My husband couldn't bear to hit me. I'm his precious little kitten, his Mia."

Andre was frustrated. She understood everything perfectly-she just refused to listen.

His punches were careful, Mia's dodges nimble, but with Andre, she never got a real chance to fight back.

If you didn't know better, the whole scene would look bizarre. But everyone watching from upstairs—all members of The Silent Ring-spotted the truth: their boss was pulling his punches, like he didn't want the match to end too soon.

Was he...protecting her?

The crowd was confused. "What's the boss even doing?"

his head, lounging at the side, watching as Mia's energy soared. "Mia, you throw the punches. I'll distract him for

Andre shot

cowered. "Mia, he's glaring at me. I

would recognize his eyes. Even the eyeholes in

no matter how much he tried to hide, she could always tell it

for a moment,

could know you better than the person you share your bed

sparring was way

question whether Black

make people

be this

soft.

Black Pass was a big deal in The Silent Ring-it became your badge, not just

glanced over at Jade, who'd given up heckling

Andre, pausing for

then-lightbulb. Her