Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Chapter 188

"Hand over the book to me."

Mia passed Andre a book, "Read."

Andre immediately wrapped his arms around his adorable wife, lifted her up with one hand, and had

her lying over his lap. With her face down and her butt up, ready for a smack.

Mia lay on her husband's lap, her arms propping up against the sofa trying to get up, "You jerk!"

Andre picked up the book she was just reading and began to flip through it. Mia tried to get up, but her

husband held her down by the back of her neck.

"You're not allowed to read, let me go."

She waved her arms frantically behind her back, trying to hit him, but couldn't reach.

In Page 53, his photo had been scribbled into a pig's head.

In Page 72, his nose had been drawn into a pig's snout, his face full of freckles.

In Page 120, he was completely erased. His beloved little artist had given him the teeth of a rat, the

whiskers of a cat, his hair all turned red, even wavy! A pair of pig ears sprouting from his head, and the

name "Andre" below, changed to "Pig".

"Slap" A smack, Mia's butt got a hit.

Blushing, she said in embarrassment, "Honey!"

Andre, "Since you love drawing so much, I'll send you to art school."

Mia flipped over, and when Andre no longer restrained her, she rolled off her husband's lap, one hand

holding onto his shoulder, pulling herself up. "Honey, I don't want to learn."

Andre glanced at his wife and took out his phone to instruct Alice to find a reliable painting class for his

little artist to become a great artist.

"No, listen to me, I draw because I love you too much." Mia tried to snatch her husband's phone, but

Andre lifted his arm, and she failed.

She changed tactics, both hands holding her husband's face. When their eyes met, she took the

initiative to kiss him, "Don't be like this, I was wrong, I won't draw anymore."

But Andre was relentless, "Wait until you can sketch me, then you can finish your art class."

Mia shook her head, and she gave her husband several more kisses. "I'm sorry."

Andre, "Kisses won't work."

"How about I offer myself?"

Andre glanced at his wife in his arms, he knew she was not a woman of her word, so he didn't believe This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org: ©.

her. "Wait till you do, then we'll talk."

Mia raised her hand to snatch her husband's phone, just then, Noah knocked on the door, "Mr. Cedillo,

may I come in?"

"Sure, come in." Mia quickly responded. She needed to divert her husband's attention immediately.

Noah came in. The first thing he noticed was the emptiness on Mr. Cedillo's desk. The second thing he

noticed was the two people on the sofa.

Mia sat in her husband's arms. She caressed his chest, apologizing sweetly, "Honey, I know I was

wrong, don't be mad, you do your work first, I'll make myself scarce."

"Clean up all the doodling you did in the book."

"Okay, no problem, I'll do it right away."

Mia left with the book, and Noah awkwardly watched the couple's affectionate display.

"Mr. Cedillo, did I come at a bad time?"

Andre said, "It's okay, I was just scaring her. What's up, just say it."

Outside the door, Mia went to the coffee room alone. She sat down, borrowed an eraser from one of

the employees, and opened her book to clean up her masterpiece.

"If your hands are itching, use athlete's foot cream. Why mess with my books? You're just asking for

trouble." She grumbled while erasing.

Alice walked by, and saw the angry Mia. She got a drink and handed it to Mia. "Mia, you're not making

sense, can athlete's foot medicine cure itchy hands?"

Mia said, "Is there a difference between Andre's hands and feet?"

Alice saw the angry Mia, and she looked down and spotted the doodles on Mia's book. She curiously

asked, "Mia, what's Mr. Cedillo's punishment for you?"

"To erase it with an eraser."

"What if you can't erase it?"

"Even if I have to scrape, I will."

She was not going to that damn art class.

Alice joined Mia in scrubbing the doodles off the book, and they chatted away. Mia vented angrily, "If

Andre dares to sign me up for art class, I'll find a little boyfriend there, let's see who pisses who off!"

Alice said, "...Mia, I advise you to cherish your life, don't provoke your husband."

Mia snorted disdainfully. "You guys are afraid of him, but I'm not. I'm not his employee. He can't hold

any leverage over me."

Andre stood behind with his arms crossed, watching his wife who was planning to betray him, still able

to utter such rebellious words.

"I can't erase this. Andre's brain must be made of stone, it's all solid, no blood vessels. How am I

supposed to clean this watercolor pen drawing. If all else fails, I plan to buy a new one to bluff my way

through."

Alice tried it, even water can't erase the colorful doodles. "Mr. Cedillo hates being bluffed the most."

Mia said, "Alice, do you know what my purpose of existence is?" Seeing Alice puzzled, Mia said, "To

challenge your Mr. Cedillo's temper."

If all else failed, she'll just play cute. If that still didn't work, she'll let him eat some "meat".

Mia was fuming. She closed her book; she was done.

Alice got up to go to work, she turned around and got a fright. When did Mr. Cedillo start standing

behind them?

Andre waved at Alice, signaling her to leave. She took a look at Mia who was about to get into trouble,

didn't give a heads-up, and quietly left.

After Alice left, someone else took her seat.

Mia asked, "Alice, do you play games...ah! When did you get here!"

Mia's scream startled the secretaries in the CEO's office who were concentrating on their work.

"What happened to Ms. Mia?" A secretary recognized Mia's scream and asked with concern.

Alice looked in the direction of the coffee room and said, "She was probably startled by Mr. Cedillo."

Mia was full of momentum just now, very powerful, as if she was the ruler of this world. However, as

soon as she saw her husband, she immediately became humble. She behaved very well, "Honey, you

didn't hear what I just said, right?"

"Hmm, I only heard that my hands and feet are the same, and that my wife wants to find a little

boyfriend to piss me off."

Why was it that her husband was smiling, but she felt a chill down my spine?

"Darling, you're not mad, are you?"

Andre chuckled, "No, I'm not mad at all." Just that his hand was itching for some action!

"You swear, you're not mad and you won't hit anyone."

Andre, "I swear, I'm not mad. If I'm lying..." Andre paused as he looked at his petite wife in front of him,

"then I'll give you a little smack."