shuhaige
Chapter 102
Chapter 102
The man held the distracted woman in his arms.
He tossed a pillow to the foot of the bed and used his own arm as a pillow for her. "Sleep," he said.
"Okay." Mia was now resting on the most expensive "pillow".
But it was uncomfortable that she was hugged again.
Mia looked up at her husband, who was already closing his eyes to rest. She puckered her lips wanting
to say something, but swallowed it back.
She had slept too much in the morning, and now she didn't feel sleepy at all.
Andre, on the other hand, was breathing evenly.
After a while, a soft voice called out, "Honey, are you asleep?"
"What is it?"
Mia apologized in his arms, "I'm sorry, I did something wrong."
The man, who was pretending to be asleep, suddenly opened his eyes. He looked at the woman in his
arms and asked anxiously, "What did you do?"
"Actually, when I came up earlier, I didn't take the elevator. I sneaked into your private elevator." Her
voice grew quieter towards the end.
The room fell silent for a moment.
Mia tensed up, waiting for her husband's criticism.
Unexpectedly, the man spoke, but not to criticize. Instead, he retorted, "Why did you tell me the truth?"
Mia clutched her chest and said, "Because lying to you makes me feel bad."
As her words fell, she heard laughter from above her head.
He didn't blame his wife, but was more attracted to her.
"It's okay, sweetheart."
In the dimly lit room, Andre's hand touched his wife's cheek, he bent down and kissed her hair, "It's
really okay."
Mia asked, "Are you angry?"
Andre replied, "No."
She looked up, even though she couldn't see her husband's face clearly, she still looked at him. "I lied
to you."
"I know."
Mia didn't know what to say anymore. She lowered her head and slowly moved into her husband's
arms under the covers.
Andre also turned to embrace his wife, a smile on his lips.
After a while, when Mia woke up, she was completely disoriented.
The curtains were drawn, she didn't know the exact time, looked at her phone and found it was three in
the afternoon, then she was relieved.
"If I had slept until eight or nine in the evening, I would have been so embarrassed."Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.
She got out of bed, put on her shoes and tidied up the room.
Before leaving, she turned down the air conditioning and pulled back the curtains.
As she left, she saw Andre losing his temper.
"You're trying to fool me with this data? If you can't do it, step aside."
Mia stood to one side watching him getting really angry.
In front of Andre was a middle-aged man, who looked honest and simple, now he was standing still, not
daring to move or speak.
He was afraid of Andre, very afraid.
Andre flipped through several pages of data, the more he looked, the angrier he got. He threw all the
files in his hands at the middle-aged man.
The files scattered all over in the air, some even landed on the man's feet.
Andre's expression was serious, "Pick them up and redo it. If it's still like this tomorrow, you're out!"
The middle-aged man bowed and apologized, his voice trembling, "Yes, Mr. President."
The man bent down to pick up the files one by one.
Mia watched, she felt sorry for the man.
The middle-aged man was more than a decade older than Andre, standing in front of Andre being
scolded was too embarrassing.
She trotted over, bent down to help the man pick up the files.
Andre saw a light pink shadow run past, he looked closely. It was his wife.
She was still on the ground helping the man pick up the files, Mia went further to pick up the scattered
papers, put them together and handed them to the man.
"Thank you." The man bowed in thanks.
He looked at the girl who had suddenly appeared in the president's office. She was about the same
age as his child.
"You are…?" He didn't dare to ask too much, after all, anyone who appeared in the president's office,
and was not in uniform, was not someone he could gossip about.
Mia glanced at the displeased man, "I'm his niece, you can go back to your work."
The man turned to Andre again to apologize, promising to deliver on time the next day, then left.
When there were only the two of them in the office, Mia noticed the intense gaze on her.
She faced it head-on.
The man who had been stern just now and the husband who had been gentle and doting on her before
seemed like two different people.
Just now he seemed to have returned to the time when they first got married, when he was so bad-
tempered that she hated him.
Andre was already upset, and now Mia had even said she was his niece, which made him even
angrier.
He slammed down in his chair, "have you slept too much that you don't even recognize me?"
His voice was deep, looking at his wife who didn't know what she had done wrong.
She didn't explain, so he had to speak first.
Mr. Cedillo didn't know, this was compromise.
Mia started to annoy him, "I don't want that man to know you're my husband."
No doubt, her words made him even more displeased.
His expression was serious, staring into his wife's eyes waiting for an explanation.
"My husband should be gentle, good-tempered, sincere and respectful. Not someone who is too
serious with his subordinates."
Oh? Mia was complaining that he had been too harsh on his subordinates.
Mia wasn't afraid of Andre, if he dared to bully her, she would just fight him.
Mia's thoughts were simple, she continued, "If I say you're my husband, then people will know I married
a hot-tempered guy. So, I'll let you experience what it feels like to be insulted."
She deliberately called him uncle, indirectly reminding him of his age.
Mia's words were like buckets of gasoline thrown on the fire in his heart. But she was like a fire
extinguisher, as long as she stood in front of him, he would hold back his temper.
Not to mention others, if any member of the Cedillo family dared to speak to him like this, he wouldn't
let them off.
But the one saying these things was Mia, his beloved, so he held back!
"When you threw the files at him just now, I knew you were not a good person."
Mr. Cedillo thought, I'm the bad guy in my wife's eyes again.