Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Chapter 193

He held his wife's hand, guiding her to touch his injured part, "Give it a try, am I hurt or not?"

"No, I'm not touching it, Andre, stop messing around." Mia said.

Mia tried to withdraw her hand, but she only touched the area where his pants zipper was. Her hand

felt as if it had been boiled. She quickly pulled back her hand and glared at her husband who was

joking and teasing her. She was so mad that her chest was heaving.

Standing in front of Andre, her face as red as a beetroot, she yelled at him, "Andre, you're so

shameless."

After saying so, she ran away in embarrassment.

Despite her scolding, Andre had a smile on his face. Tonight, he intended to keep teasing her.

Mia ran off, back to the bedroom, and hurried to the bathroom to wash her hands. In the mirror, her

face was as red as a cherry. Soon, the bedroom door sounded. She steped out. It was her husband

who had returned.

She turned off the tap, turned around and left the bedroom.

Andre watched her retreating figure, "Let's see how long you can run away."

Mia went to Leo's bedroom.

She saw Naomi taking care of Leo, "Leo, let me wipe your face for you. If your face gets injured, you'll

be rejected by girls in the future."

"Mom, just leave, I have a mirror. It's just applying some ointment. I can do it myself." Leo said.

"You're not doing it evenly. Come on, let me help." Naomi said.

Leo reluctantly accepted his mother's care.

"Mia?" Naomi turned her head to ask.

Mia hummed in response, sitting on Leo's gaming chair watching him.

After applying the ointment on his face, Naomi asked, "Mia, do you have enough clothes? I’m making

some, should I make a few for you too?"

"No need, my wardrobe is already too full." Mia said.

Leo nudged Naomi's shoulder, "Mom, I beg you, go away, I want to play games for a while. Good night,

love you, bye."

"What are you saying. You haven't had dinner yet." Naomi said.

Naomi was already pushed out of the bedroom by her son.

Leo patted his chest and leaned against the door, sighing, "I don't want to be the pet of the house

anymore, I'd rather do things on my own."

Mia whistled at Leo, signaling him to sit down. Leo was puzzled, "What are you doing here? Have you

chewed Andre out?"

Mia came to Leo with something to say. The matter of her beating her husband was only known to the

two of them, so she wouldn't tell Leo. But about Jade...

"Leo, we've been friends with Jade for so many years, does she have bite marks on her arm?" She

asked.

Leo said, "Bite marks? I don't think so. Jade is the type who would have gone for laser treatment if she

had scars."

"Right, that’s what I thought too. But Andre is crazy, he insists that Jade has bite marks on her arm."

Mia said.

Leo asked, "You two have slept together so many times, wouldn't you know if she had any?"

"How could I pay attention to those details? I can't forcibly examine Jade to see if she has birthmarks,

right?" Mia said.

Leo seemed to understand, "Why did Andre ask this?"

"Maybe he's a bit crazy." Mia said.

Leo looked at Mia with admiration. How did this woman completely disrupt their family order as soon as

she appeared, and how did she become the center of their family in a short time? And how would she

be raging on Andre, the business tyrant, in the near future?

"Mia, can teach me some tricks?" He just wanted to stand on Andre's head.

Mia glanced at him, and understood what he was thinking in a blink, "As long as you don't care about

your life."

"Then can you calculate the probability of my death for me?" Leo asked.

Mia said, "Your probability of death is 100%."

Leo said, "What do you mean? Why do you say that?"

Mia said, "I am Andre's wife, are you?"

This sentence left Leo speechless. "If I were a girl, Andre would definitely treat me well."

"You're too narcissistic. If you were a girl, Andre would make you learn all kinds of self-defence skills."

Mia said.

Leo said, "Don't be so absolute."

"If you don't believe it, ask your mom to give you a sister." Mia said.

Leo said, "Get lost, my mom is so old, is the child she gives birth to her daughter or my child?"

Mia laughed. She had taken refuge in Leo's room for a long time. When she went to dinner at night,

Mia hid from her husband’s gazes.

Hansen held his cell phone and said, "Mia, can you do me a favor?"

"What is it, dad?" Mia leaned over immediately.

Hansen handed Mia his phone, "I'm stuck at level 125 in Candy Crush. I see you've played more than a

thousand levels."

Mia took Hansen's phone and quickly helped him pass a level. Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

"Good, Mia is so good at this." Hansen said.

Naomi said at the dinner table, "Dad, stop playing. Put away your phone and eat. Mia, sit at your chair."

Mia glanced at her husband and said, "I'll eat here."

"It's all the same, we're just having dinner. It doesn't matter where you sit." Naomi didn't have those

cumbersome rules.

After dinner, Mia went outside for an hour under the pretext of going for a walk, and finally she dawdled

back to the master bedroom.

"Finally decided to come back? I thought you wanted to live outside." Andre said.

Mia said, "Dear, how are you now?"

She had already expressed her determination to her husband in the afternoon; no matter whether he

could function or not, she would stick with him. With such promises, she shouldn't get scolded, right?

Andre said, "I'm fine."

Mia looked at her husband on the bed with a bitter face.

"Come here." Andre signaled her.

Mia staggered to the edge of the bed, looking at the man on the bed, "Dear, what's up?"

Andre said, "Take off your clothes and get into bed."

Mia asked, "Why?"

"To sleep." Andre said.

"Oh, you scared me, I thought you were going to..." Mia murmured.

Mia walked slowly towards the wardrobe, took out her pajamas, and then took them to the bathroom,

"Dear, you go to sleep first, I'm going to take a shower."

Andre decided not to read tonight, his eyes full of passion as he watched his wife's back, "It's okay, I'll

wait for you to sleep together."

Mia's heart rate accelerated; she felt a little uneasy. "You go to sleep first."

"I'm already impotent, what are you still worried about?" Andre asked.

Mia scrunched up her face. Was her husband really admitting defeat that easily? Was he truly, well,

unable to perform?

But, his words did make sense. If he really was impotent, then even if she slept in the buff, she'd be

safe. So she headed to the bathroom to freshen up.