Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Chapter 127

Andre got back to the bedroom and noticed Mia on the couch with her book upside down. He gently

pointed out, “Babe, you’re holding the book upside down.”

Mia glanced down, and yep, she was reading a book upside down.

She quickly flipped the book right side up.

She scanned the pages awkwardly, though she wasn't really reading.

Andre wandered around the room, searching for a while until he found a suitable vase.

He planned to use it for the roses.

Mia put down her book to help her hubby; after all, she was the one with the XX chromosomes.

Girls generally had a knack for aesthetics, and Mia's flower-arranging skills were clearly superior to her

husband's.

Andre just stood aside, watching his wife's nimble hands as they trimmed the bouquet. "Did you hear

our conversation in the living room just now?"

Mia pouted and nodded cutely.

"Honey, are we really gonna have a baby?"

If they were to have a baby, it would inevitably bring up the issues between them.

However, to her surprise, while Andre argued with her in public, he actually defended her in private.

Andre reached out and patted his wife's head, "Whether we have a baby or not is up to you. Leo was

right. Getting married has already made you the center of attention. If you have a baby, the public

scrutiny will drown you."

Mia finished arranging the flowers and leaned against her husband.

In Andre's eyes, she was like a clingy kitten, making him want to hold her, kiss her, lift her face, and

kiss her again.

"Actually, I'm not opposed to having a baby." Mia admitted. She wasn't afraid of the gossip.

What she feared was that the relationship with her husband was not yet stable enough. If they rashly

had a child and their views clashed in the future, the child would be affected.

Although she was smitten with him every day, they had been married for less than a hundred days.

This period of time was not enough to truly understand a person.

Did he have an ex?

Was his private life a mess?

Did he have premarital health checks?

She had all sorts of questions.

Her concerns were valid.

If she wanted to have a child, she needed to know the man.

If he truly loved her, then she would bear him a child. Not like now, a moment of passion made her feel

like she wanted a child.

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Her concession meant she was willing to have a future with her husband.

Her words piqued Andre's curiosity, "What are your conditions?"

Mia bit her lip lightly, her small hand groping around her husband's waist.

"Honey, let's start dating."

Andre fell silent.

Mia lifted her face excitedly, "I've never experienced dating because I married you directly. I want to

have a sweet romance with you, and when the time is right, I'll have a baby for you, okay?"

Andre asked, "We're already married, and you still want to date?"

"Yes, don't you think it's romantic?

Others date first and then get married, but there's also a chance they might not end up marrying.

But our situation is different; marriage is like our protective umbrella; no matter how the dating goes,

we're tied together. There will be no worries about whether we'll get married in the future.

Plus, dating won't affect our daily lives, it might actually make our interactions more comfortable."

Mr. Cedillo found his wife's way of thinking quite out of the box.

Mia continued, "Dating will help you understand me better. Just in case you feel that I'm not suitable to

be your wife, you still have a chance to end this. But if I have a baby for you, even if you leave me, I'm

still your child's mother. That's an irrefutable fact."

"Mia, you want us to date so you can understand me better, right? You want to see if I'm the perfect

husband before deciding whether to have a child for me." Mr. Cedillo pointed out his wife's real

intention.

Mia giggled awkwardly, "I observe you, you observe me; it's mutual. Haha."

"Honey, can you grant me this wish?"

"Do we really need to date?"

Mia nodded, "I've never dated before. I want to go to the movies with my boyfriend, share a cup of

coffee, have dates, travel, and experience lots of fun things."

Andre pondered it, but in the end, he was unable to say no to his wife's hopeful eyes.

Mia made an important suggestion, "When we become boyfriend and girlfriend, we can have lots of

hugs and kisses."

Andre was excited and quite pleased with this proposition!

Caught up in his wife's cunning plan, Andre agreed to date her within their marriage. "Starting now?"

"Okay."

Just as they agreed to date, Mr. Cedillo began enjoying his “benefits”.

Mia was held in his arms, pushed against the wall, lifted up, and kissed.

"Honey, you're so impulsive. Kissing right at the start of dating?"

Andre controlled his desires. As he looked at his wife's enticing lips, he swallowed, "Mia, don't push

your luck; I'm not that patient."

After seeing the desire in his eyes and his actions, Mia nodded in fright.

That night, they cuddled as usual.

It seemed like something had changed, but actually, nothing really did.

Every time Andre applied medicine for his wife, he would get angry at those who hurt her.

"Did you fight back at school today?"

Mia lay on the bed, letting her husband apply ointment to her flawless back. "No, honey, I couldn't do

it."

"Why couldn't you?"

Mia replied, "Nobody online is talking about me anymore. The students around me know that you're my

husband, and they're scared like mice; they don't even dare to speak to me. If I retaliate again, it just

wouldn't feel right."

After applying the medicine to his wife, Andre rubbed his hands together until they were warm, then

quickly placed them on the spot where he applied the ointment, using his hand's warmth to speed up

the absorption and restore her to her original state.

Mia thought this was a routine thing, but when it involved Andre, it was anything but routine.

He had never treated someone so earnestly. He pampered her in every way. Andre didn't tell his wife

any of this.

"They're cowards! They won't retaliate when you attack them; they won't even dare to call the police.

Why don't you attack them?"

Mia shifted subtly, her hand propping up her chin as she turned to gaze at her hunky husband. "Babe,

isn't all this because of you?"

"Huh?" How did his spoiling her become his fault?