Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Chapter 225

Molly saw Mia across the street, having a conversation with a man, and she appeared very impatient.

"Yo, Mia, what's up?" Molly strolled over.

Mia grimaced, "This dude wants my digits, says it's for a free cup of coffee."

Molly glanced at the man in question.

"Do you know who Andre is?" she asked.

The man nodded.

"That's his wife," Molly pointed at Mia.

After saying that, Molly took Mia and left, leaving behind the man who was so shocked that he even

forgot to retrieve his cell phone.

Once they were well away, Molly jested, "Only you could pick up a flirt while doing a survey, Mia. Girl,

you got hitched too early."

Mia retorted, "I didn't see it coming, I thought he was promoting a new coffee shop or something. If I

knew he was into me, I'd have dropped Andre's name pronto."

The guy probably had never asked anyone's phone number on the street before.

He had followed Mia for two blocks, only to be spotted and confronted by Mia.

So she mistook him for a salesman.

Molly roared with laughter when she figured out Mia's thoughts.

Later in the evening, Molly was more than happy to fill Andre in on Mia's little encounter.

Andre looked at his sister and said, "Molly, I'll rely on you for looking after things around Mia from now

on."

"No worries, Andre, I got your back. If someone tries to poach your wife, I'll be the first to tell you."

Andre had always shielded her from scoldings when they were little, so Molly had always respected

him.

She might be tight with Mia, but pleasing Andre was her top priority.

Andre was always generous with his sister. He took seriously any information she provided and would

even reward Molly with some pocket money, the amount varied.

Andre thought to himself that his sister was so much more reliable than his nephew.

Back in his bedroom, Andre found his wife seated cross-legged on the floor, one hand propping up her

face as she stared at her laptop, with five completed surveys next to her.

"Ugh, how am I going to summarize this?"

The professor required her to present her own viewpoints in a short paper, and include data after

completing the survey.

Mia was at her wits' end.

Andre sat down next to his wife.

Every time she saw Andre, Mia felt a sense of relief. He was her knight in shining armor, her lifesaver.

"Darling." she began to feel a little uneasy.

Andre was not pleased, "Did you get hit on again?"

Mia was speechless. How did he find out so fast?

"It must have been Molly tattling." she was certain.

Only Molly knew about it.

Andre looked down at his wife sitting on the floor.

"I didn't give him my number, and I didn't know he was hitting on me," Mia defended herself.

Andre scooped up his wife from the floor and cradled her small body in his arms.

He wondered how to make Mia less attractive?

Mia, held in her husband's arms, was unaware of his intentions.

She behaved obediently when he kissed her.

She didn't utter a word of protest when they hit the sheets.

She even willingly snuggled up to him, whispering in his ear, "Darling, I'll satisfy your needs, so you

have to do a little favor for me, okay?"

Mr. Cedillo was silent, but Mia was not taking no for an answer. She hiked up her skirt, determined to

get her husband to agree first.

"If it's just a small favor for you, will you help me? If you won't help me, you can forget about your 'fun',

no 'fun' at all."

Mia threatened her husband, using her allure as leverage.

Andre pushed her hand away, "Mia, this is the only nightie you have left, don't ruin it."

Mia remembered the sad fate of her last nightie.

"Then agree to help me."

"Even if I don't, you can't escape anyway."

With that, all words were swallowed back, Mia couldn't get a word out.

Only after he had his fun did the man remember Mia's request, "What did you want me to do?"

"Help me with a survey paper, will you?"

Mr. Cedillo was speechless.

Mia had just had him help her with something yesterday, and now she was slacking off again,

expecting him to do her homework.

Andre: "I'll tutor you, you write it yourself."

Mia in the blankets wriggled her body deeper under the covers, like a cat, retreating in evasion. "No,

I'm all worn out from just now, all my creativity's been sucked out of me. You write it."

Andre pulled Mia out from under the covers and handed her the laptop from the table. "I'll tutor you."

"Can you write it and I tutor you?" Mia was still hoping she could get away with not doing the work.

Andre had never been tutored by anyone, Mia sure had some nerve.

The laptop was running on low battery. Andre got out of bed to plug it in and picked up Mia's survey to

read the marked content.

"Darling, if it was just a regular paper, I wouldn't bother you. But this is the final paper, we don't have a

final exam for this class, so the paper decides whether we pass or fail. If my paper fails, I fail the class,

with no second chances. Darling, please, help me write it." Mia wrapped her arms around her

husband's neck, trying to charm him into helping her.

Even though Mia was cooing at his side, Andre was entirely focused on Mia's survey in his hands, he

was unmoved.

Mia tried to persuade for a long time, her mouth had gone dry, only to realize that her husband truly

had no intention of helping her.

"You only care about having your fun with me, once you're dressed, you stop taking responsibility."

Mr. Cedillo finally reacted, and he turned to look at Mia, who was complaining about him.

"For assignments that don't involve technical knowledge, I can write them for you, and the teacher

probably won't notice. But this is your final paper, it needs to reflect your own thoughts. If I write it for

you, it'll reflect my thoughts, not yours. And what if it's so good, and the teacher asks you to give a

presentation and share your creative process? What would you do then? Would you come back and try

to sweet-talk me into giving the presentation for you?"

Mia was left speechless.

Indeed, if her husband wrote the paper too professionally, there was a chance that the school might

consider publishing it. And if the professor asked her to present it in class, the truth could be revealed.

"Honey, I've thought it over. You tutor me, and I'll handle the nitty-gritty. Will you help me then?"

Mr. Cedillo: "I've always been ready to lend a hand."

Mia's parked in front of her white laptop, cuddled up in her husband's arm, researching and

summarizing.

For parts she didn't think of, Andre would chime in with guidance.

Staying up until ten o'clock, Mia's paper outline had begun to take shape.

Andre asked her to hit the hay, but she was knee-deep in writing, hell-bent on getting it done tonight.

Andre stuck with her.

Once she had wrapped it up, Andre took over her laptop, and did a bit of polishing. Any sentences that

didn't jive, he was there to tweak for her.

Finally, the formatting was also adjusted. This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

By the time it was all done, it was nearly midnight.

Mia's mission was finally accomplished.

She happily shut her laptop, looking forward to getting suggestions from the professor during the class

the next day.