Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Chapter 295

Mia acted as if she hadn't heard, going totally deaf every time the topic of Maplewood Estates came

up.

Andre sidled up to her, getting in close, and whispered, "Still pretending, huh?"

Mia stayed silent, trying to look innocent, playing up the cute act, hoping he would let her off the hook.

Andre lifted her chin, "Acting all weak and defenseless just makes me want to tease you more."

Mia's act had flopped. She hadn't even taken a bath, but was already tricked into sex by him.

Afterwards, they took a bath together.

By the time Mia left the bathroom, two hours had passed. Andre, with a towel around his waist, went to

the bathroom to get his pajamas, drying his hair as he went.

Mia had a towel wrapped around her body and another one around her head. She was sitting in front of

the dressing table. Her body was still blushing shyly. Every time she was intimate with her husband,

she would get embarrassed for a long time. Even though they had been married for quite some time

now.

Andre changed into his pajamas, and also got his wife a new set, handing it to her at the dressing

table. "Put this on."

Mia blushed, setting the pajamas aside.

Andre came up behind her, looking at her bare shoulders in the mirror. He chuckled, a low, rumbling

sound that resonated over Mia's head. "Still shy? After all these times, you should be used to it by

now."

Mia: "Honey, I think you have a problem."

Andre, puzzled, "Oh? What problem do I have?"

Looking at her husband in the mirror, Mia said, "You seem addicted to that kind of thing. You should

probably see a doctor about it."

At this moment, Andre felt like decking someone. Because he loved her too much, he was the one with

the problem?

Andre scooped up Mia and placed her on the bed.

"See? I was right. You're addicted. You're at it again." Mia kicked her legs, trying to keep her husband

at bay.

Andre was so annoyed that his heart skipped a beat, as if he was about to have a heart attack.

"Mia, I'm really afraid that one day you'll die under me, so I've been holding back, okay?"

Mia was terrified. She'd heard of men dying in the act, but never of a woman being crushed to death by

a man.

"Honey. Can't you be like other men, always busy with work, rarely coming home, only meeting once a

week?"

Andre: "Their careers are on the rise, but Cedillo Inc. is already at its peak."

Mia grumbled internally; it was troublesome when the man you married was too successful. "Other men

often go on business trips for ten days or half a month at a time. But since we got married, I've never

seen you go on a business trip. Are you slacking off?"

Andre: "For most people, if they want to work with me, they need to come to Havenbrook to see me.

And besides, my subordinates are not useless. If a trip is needed, they'll go."

Mia: "What about others?"

"Those don't have the qualifications to work with me."

Her husband began to look smug.

Hoping to divert her husband's attention, Mia sat up on the bed and moved towards the head of the

bed, away from her husband. "Darling, someone named Finley came to visit our father today. Hansen

and Naomi didn't want me to talk to him much. Do you know why?"

"Finley?" Indeed, Andre's attention had been diverted.

Mia nodded, "He didn't stay long, and Naomi sent me away during that time. Who is he? I looked him

up on my phone this afternoon. He's a retired official who was invited to become a professor.

What does he have to do with our family?"

Andre frowned, sitting down at the foot of the bed, "According to father and Naomi, we should keep our

distance from him in the future."

Mia asked her husband curiously, "Darling, I'm your wife, I need to know who your family's enemies

and friends are. Can you tell me this secret? What if I mistake an enemy for a friend and get used by

them, and I don't even know it?"

Andre glanced at his wife, knowing that she was willing to say anything to find out the truth. Took

advantage of her? She wasn't so easily fooled.

"Darling, please, tell me." Mia began to act cute.

Finally, Andre spoke, "Father and him were originally classmates, then both entered the political arena,

but they're not friends. They have different political views, and are competitors.

“After father resigned, he got promoted. When my brother started working, he was always suppressing

my brother, not letting him get ahead. It was only when my brother seized an opportunity that he

managed to break free from him.

“Although he's retired, his students still have a huge influence in politics, and with my brother being the

mayor, it's not easy..."

Hansen and Naomi both knew about Finley's character. He seemed kind, but was actually ruthless

underneath, so they didn't want Mia to know too much. In their eyes, Mia was like their other children,

still not grown up.

But Andre thought that telling his wife these things wouldn't matter. Because Finley hadn't done

anything to wrong her. Even if she knew, she wouldn't go looking for trouble.

After hearing this, Mia frowned, "So father was also dealing with him."

She sat next to her husband, her body soft and comfortable to hold.

Mia felt an extra hand on her waist, her husband's hand encircling her, and she was being held in his

lap. Mia: "Darling, if you're really bored, could you pamper me a bit?"

And so the bored Andre started drying his wife's hair indoors, the blow dryer scattering his desires.

"Mia, how come you're losing so much hair?"

"It's your fault."

Andre grabbed a handful of hair, "Are you ill?"

Mia told her husband, "I didn't lose hair when I was young. But ever since I've been with you, I've

started losing hair in large amounts. Do you know why married women age faster? It's because of men.

Before I got married, I had a head full of hair. After getting married, my hair loss is almost on par with

Hansen’s."

Looking at his wife in the mirror, Andre wondered if it was really because of men that women lost hair?

Andre finished drying his wife's hair with a heavy heart, then left the bedroom with his phone.

Mia burrowed into the covers, comfortably holding her phone and chatting.

Michael sent her a photo of his scary costume, and told her: "Mrs. Cedillo, I've started playing the

ghost. Remember my look, and show mercy when we meet." Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

Mia replied, "Sure."

Cooper also messaged her, "Sis, where did you go? Our parents came to see me, where are you?"

Mia replied, "I'm home."