Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Chapter 128

Mia wisely said, "Since you put Havenbrook University under my name, that would make me the

principal. What principal would go around hitting students?

If the media gets wind of this, they'll roast me alive. Also, if they find out that my husband is Andre, the

business tycoon of Eldoria, they'd say I 'didn't educate my husband properly' and accuse you of 'letting

your wife boss you around'."

Andre was increasingly intrigued by what his wife said.

He murmured, "Nah. When the media discovers I am your husband, those who criticize you will start

singing your praises."

"Why?"

Andre retorted, "As my wife, who'd dare say a bad word about you? Would I let them off the hook?"

Mia was flabbergasted.

Why was her husband so stern? It was scary but also kind of badass.

"Honey, you can't do this. You must be a good guy. You can't bully others just because you're rich and

powerful. If one day you lose everything, they'll kick you while you're down. You’ve gotta remember,

always give people a little wiggle room." These were the lessons Mia had learned from her fights with

Naomi and verbal sparring with Hansen after she was just married.

Andre's face was as calm as ever, "That day will never come; nobody can beat me."

He looked at his naive wife; perhaps she had only heard about the legend of Cedillo Inc. but didn't

know what his true business empire was like.

"Mia, even if I stay at home with you every day, Cedillo Inc. will always be legendary."

Mia blinked, secretly criticizing her husband's arrogance in her heart.

"I'm not arrogant."

It was like Andre had mind-reading powers. How could he guess her thoughts from her expression?

Mia stuck out her tongue playfully, "We'll see. What if I give birth to a wastrel who bankrupts the

company?"

"That won't happen; don't worry."

"Honey, why?"

Mia remembered the boring two-hour lectures whenever her old professors mentioned Andre's name

during class.

Her parents also admired him greatly when they mentioned him.

"Honey, are you a god reborn as a human?"

Andre cracked a smile, "Why would you say that?"

"It just feels like you're not a human."

Andre was at a loss for words; he felt like he had been criticized by his wife.

After the medicine on her back was absorbed, Andre went to wash his hands. When he returned, his

book was snatched away by a certain kid and put under her pillow.

Mia commanded, "Bedtime."

Andre paused, then laid down, opening his arms for her to use as a pillow and sleep with him.

Before going to sleep, Mia said, "Honey, my cervical spine feels better when I use your arm as a

pillow."

"If you want to use my arm as a pillow, just say so. You don't need to make excuses."

"Oh, honey, I might need to sleep on your arm again."

"As you wish."

The room was dim with the light turned off. The autumn wind was strong, and with the window half-

open, a cool breeze swept through the room.

This was the chill gifted by Mother Nature.

The window screen was dancing in the wind.

The stars in the sky sparkled, the grass on the earth was a lush green, and the flowers in the room

remained vibrant.

The couple hugging on the bed were enveloped by all that was beautiful.

With their loved one beside them, they dreamed sweet dreams.

The next day, without needing to go to school, Mia lazed around in bed for a while.

She used to remind herself that this was Andre's house and that they'd dislike her if she lazed around

in bed. But somehow, she now considered this place her home, sleeping till she naturally woke up on

the weekends.

Nobody dared to disturb her.

Leo was also sleeping in bed, and Naomi woke up early to manage the house. She wanted Mia to help,

but then remembered she was still a child, so she went to her son's room. "Leo, get up and help mom

make a spreadsheet."

"I won't, go call my dad."

"Your dad's out on business with his colleagues; he's not home."

"Then go call Mia."

"Mia's sleeping; you hurry up and get up."

Leo was irritated, "Mom, I'm sleeping too."

"But you're awake now, aren't you?"

"I was woken up by you. Why don’t you go wake Mia up?!"

Leo realized that ever since Mia came to his house, he seemed to have lost his pampered status.

His mom, his dad, and his grandpa all liked Mia more than him. They started treating him like a brick

that they could discard when not needed and use when needed.

"Leo, if you don't behave, I'll call Andre to come and wake you up."

Naomi threatened her son.

The thought of that terrifying man made Leo unable to resist his mom’s wishes, and he got up in anger.

After helping his mother with the spreadsheet, Leo immediately went back to his room to continue

sleeping.

When Mia woke up, she stretched lazily in bed. "Honey?"

But there was no response.

She checked the time on her phone and saw that it was 9 am.

Mia put on a knit coat over her dress and went downstairs. Seeing a maid, she stopped to ask,

"Where's my husband?"

"Mr. Andre is in the study."

Mia was halfway down the stairs when she turned around and went back up. She had a clear goal, to

find her husband in his study.

"Honey, it's me!"

"Come in."

Mia pushed the door open, yawning as she walked to her husband.

She rubbed her eyes after seeing all the data and text on his computer screen, "I don't understand a

single word. Honey, what are you doing working on the weekend?" Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

"Overtime."

Andre turned his chair, and Mia walked in and directly sat on his lap. The couple looked so natural, as if

they'd done this a thousand times before.

Mia yawned again while sitting on her husband's lap.

She said, "Why do I feel sleepier the more I sleep?"

Andre just couldn't help but smile as he looked at the still slightly sleepy Mia in the morning, "You went

back to the bedroom before eight but didn't get up until nine in the morning; what's the deal?"

Mia wrapped her arms around his neck, her temples touching his, "Oh honey, I'm just lazy."

When Mia unabashedly admitted she was lazy, Andre seemed to understand it wasn't her fault for

sleeping in but rather the fault of her ‘laziness.’

Andre, holding his wife, had lost all interest in work.

"Did you get enough sleep?" He asked his little wife tenderly.

Mia nodded, "Enough."

"Come on, I'll take you for some breakfast."