Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Chapter 144

Mia was glad her husband didn't have any exes, but was upset that he seemed to look down on her.

So, the poor driving hubby got his fair share of scratches from his feisty kitty, Mia.

Upon reaching the office, Andre led Mia by the hand to the elevator.

"So, I heard I'm becoming a 'daddy' again?"

Mia felt a little guilty thinking about what happened on Saturday.

Andre asked, "Is it a girl or a boy you're carrying this time?"

Mia replied,"It's my anger this time."

Andre cast a quick look at Mia, who had lowered her gaze. "Nice," he remarked, his voice gaining an

edge.

As they stepped out of the elevator, all people in the office turned their attention to the pair.

The way everyone stared made Mia think back to the question Andre had posed inside the elevator.

Did they all know about her supposed "pregnancy"?

A wave of anxiety washed over her.

She gripped Andre's hand more firmly, taking refuge behind him. "Honey," she whispered, "does

everyone know?"

"Yes, they all know."

Mia was on the verge of tears. She hadn't expected the news to spread so fast. She had only told a

white lie.

"What should I do then? I don't have anything in my belly."

Andre felt needed at that moment.

"Tell them your anger has subsided, so there's no anger in your belly."

"How do I explain that? I... honey~"

Whenever Mia encountered a problem she couldn't solve, she started to act cute with Andre.

"Honey~ what should I do?"

Andre chuckled as he guided Mia into his office. Outside, the employees worked undisturbed,

seemingly oblivious to their presence.

Inside, Mia's anxiety grew. "Honey, should I just come clean to them?"

Andre replied, "They won't buy it."

Growing more desperate, Mia grabbed the papers from Andre's grasp, disrupting his focus. "So, should

I admit I deceived them?"

Andre responded, "That won't help either." He tried to continue reviewing the documents, but Mia

intervened, closing the folder and forcing him to meet her worried gaze.

"If word gets out, it'll spell trouble for everyone." Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

"I can help you with your lie, but you have to promise me, let me sleep in the bedroom tonight."

"Deal! I promise you."

Mia agreed readily.

Triumphant, Andre got up and left the office.

He stood in front of the drink cabinet in the common rest area, picking out a drink for his cute wife.

Alice came over and asked, "Mr. Cedillo, you've managed to pacify Mrs. Cedillo so quickly?"

Andre chuckled to himself.

He had been hatching a plan in the elevator.

Why did he bring up her lie in the elevator? It was to plant a seed of guilt in her.

Once out of the elevator, when Mia saw everyone staring at her, her heart would panic.

Once panicked, she would lose all reason. Now all she wanted was to explain quickly and avoid any

misunderstandings.

This was exactly what he wanted.

Make him sleep in the study?

No way!

"Besides the peach flavor, which other one is good?"

Alice pointed to a bottle of green apple soda, "Let Mrs. Cedillo have a refreshing drink."

"Pick another one."

Andre thought, if Mia had a refreshing drink and regained her senses, his cunning plan would be

revealed.

Alice picked a grapefruit-flavored drink and handed it to Andre. "How about this one?"

"Fine."

Andre grabbed two bottles of drinks, wasted some time outside, then returned to the office.

Mia rushed over, asking anxiously, "Honey, how did it go?"

"The misunderstanding is cleared."

Mia let out a sigh of relief, patting her small chest, "Thank goodness."

Andre unscrewed the drink bottle and handed it to her. "Sit on the sofa and wait for me. When I finish

up, I'll take you out for a treat."

Mia sipped her drink and settled on the sofa. As she did, Andre couldn't help but smile, charmed by her

playful actions. Throughout his work, he'd occasionally steal glances at Mia lounging on the sofa.

Growing restless, Mia explored the room, even pulling a few documents from his bookcase. Upon

realizing they were in languages she couldn't comprehend, she returned them, her face wrinkling in

mild frustration. She then drifted to the window, gazing out with childlike wonder.

Eventually, she reclined on the sofa, her gaze fixed on the ceiling, boredom evident. Her drink empty,

she reached for another bottle. As she struggled with the cap, Andre watched, an amused smirk

forming on his face.

Lost in the simple joy of observing her, minutes flew by for Andre. He then tapped on his desk to get

her attention.

Mia looked over when she heard the noise. "Honey?"

Andre beckoned her over. Mia walked over and handed him the drink.

After he opened it, he gave it back to Mia.

Mia playfully stuck out her tongue, then ran off with her drink.

She sat on the sofa, sometimes playing with her phone, sometimes picking at her nails, sometimes

spacing out.

Suddenly, as if she had figured something out, she turned to ask him, "Honey, I am Mrs. Cedillo, right?"

Andre said, "Is that even a question?"

Mia frowned, mumbling, "Since I'm Mrs. Cedillo, even if your employees know I lied, they wouldn't dare

to discuss me, right?"

With Andre being so strict, how could his subordinates dare to offend her?

"Honey, did you lie to me earlier?"

Andre calmly played dumb, "Lie about what?"

Mia frowned. In her logic, this response meant he was innocent. If he had indeed lied to her, he would

instinctively answer "No", not ask her "Lie about what?"

Could it be... he didn't lie to her earlier?

"How did you explain it earlier when you went out?"

Andre said, "I don't need to explain, I just need to give orders."

Mia felt something was off the more she thought about it.

She felt like she had been tricked, but she couldn't figure out exactly how.

Upon seeing her begin to think seriously, Andre put down his work, got up, and promptly interrupted her

reasoning, "I went to a restaurant a few days ago while entertaining clients, and thought their Mexican

food was pretty good. Wanna try?"

Mia licked her lips.

With that, Andre put down his work, grabbed the car keys, and once again led his cute wife out by the

hand.

"Honey, can you get me another drink later? I want peach flavor."

Andre stepped out of the office, taking Mia with him to the break room again. He grabbed three drinks,

"Enough?"