Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Chapter 256

"Let's go home and sleep, shall we? I'll call you back when we get there. We're out in public now, and

the waitstaff can hear us. You surely wouldn't want anyone else to know about my love for you, right?"

The only one who could deal with Mia was Andre. With that, she obediently crawled out from the

backseat and followed him home.

Andre held her and they went home directly, without even needing shoes.

Once they got to their bedroom, Andre finally let out a sigh of relief, but then his throat started acting up

again.

"Sweetie, let me feel your Adam's apple."

Andre was speechless. He walked over, Mia's hand landed on his throat, then she touched her own

neck. Then she looked at her husband and said, "Honey, swallow your saliva."

Andre swallowed, his throat moved a bit, Mia found it amusing. She wanted to keep watching.

So there Andre was, half-kneeling in front of her, making himself her plaything.

A few minutes later, Andre's mouth was dry, and she couldn't play anymore. He started to hold his wife,

kissed her, picked her up and put her on the bed, coaxing her, "Mia, let's go to sleep, okay?"

But Mia kept staring at his clothes. "Honey, I want to touch your chest."

Andre was about to lose it.

Seeing him not taking off his clothes, Mia started crying. "Why can you touch mine, but I can't touch

yours. It's not fair."

Andre took off his jacket, unbuttoned his shirt, took off his top and exposed his chest.

Only then did Mia stop crying, and she started to get handsy. "Honey, why is your chest so hard?"

Andre gritted his teeth and said, "It's a pec, it's a muscle."

"Wow, honey, your chest is bigger than mine. Why do you like touching mine? Yours is bigger. Touch

yours." Mia was on the verge of tears.

Andre patiently took a deep breath, telling himself that this was his own wife. Then he said gently his

wife, "Yours is bigger."

Mia patted her own chest, shook her head, "Not big, soft."

Andre was completely speechless. "Yes, yours is soft. I like soft, okay?"

In the future, if anyone got his wife drunk again, he would never let them off the hook. He gently coaxed

Mia onto the bed, patting her back, "Sleep now, you'll be back to normal when you wake up tomorrow."

"Honey, there's one more thing we haven't done."

"Sweetie, let's sleep now, we'll do it tomorrow."

Mia shook her head on the bed, her hand placed on her belly, "I don't want to be a baby. I want to have

a baby. Let's have a baby. You be the dad, I'll be the mom, can we have a baby?"

Andre looked up at the ceiling speechlessly. After a while, he said, "Alright, close your eyes first, wait till

I've cleaned up and then we'll make a baby, okay?"

"Okay."

Just as she was about to fall asleep. Suddenly, his cell phone rang. Mia's eyes snapped open. "Honey."

"We're going to have a baby. I'm not taking calls now." He hung up the call in his hand, then put it on

silent mode.

After sitting by the bed for ten minutes, Andre patted her shoulder rhythmically, like lulling a child to

sleep. Finally, she fell asleep.

Andre sat by the bed, letting out a deep breath. It was hard work. In the future, he would never let Mia

drink in front of anyone, anyone!

Andre stood up, picked up the shirt on the bed and put it on, then went downstairs to get a cup of water

and put it by the bed.

He gently lifted the blanket, unzipped her dress, and softly helped her undress.

Not long after, Naomi called again.

He picked up the phone and whispered, "Naomi, Mia just fell asleep."

"How is she, did she drink too much again?"

In Andre's mind, scenes flashed by rapidly. "I won't let her drink again."

"Andre." The girl on the bed was mumbling in her sleep.

Andre immediately went over to take care of the drunk woman.

Naomi said, "Bruce and I won't be back for another hour. If you can't handle Mia, let someone in the

house help."

"I can take care of her."

This was the first time Andre patiently took care of someone hungover, without any complaints. He

never liked drunk people, but today, while she was sound asleep, he stole a few kisses. He smiled at

her and said, "Since I met you, you've never let me have a moment's peace. It's one issue after

another, and before I can even help you solve one problem, there's another one for me to worry about.

I must have owed you big time in a previous life to become your husband in this one."

After that, he bent down and kissed her lips again, and he looked extremely happy.

The next day, the person in the bed woke up. What she saw when she opened her eyes was the

familiar ceiling. Mia sat up and looked at the man at the foot of the bed.

Andre was worried that if she woke up and the alcohol hadn't completely worn off, she might end up

getting drunk again. So, he decided to take a day off from work and waited at home for her to wake up.

Mia's hair was a mess, her eyes were blank, she yawned, and looked blankly at her husband at the

foot of the bed.

Andre met her gaze. Husband and wife, staring at each other.

"Are you sober now?"

Mia blinked, and some not-so-beautiful memories suddenly flashed through her mind.

Wait! Was that her last night?!

Mia remembered the scenes from last night. Her eyes widened in horror, "Honey, honey, I didn't do

anything stupid last night, did I?"

Seeing her horrified look, Andre laughed. It seemed she was sober now.

As Mia thought about the scenes from last night, she held her head in her hands, no way, were these

things she would do?

Andre got up and sat next to her, getting closer to her. "Whose chest is bigger?"

Mia immediately clutched her chest, almost in tears, "Honey, can I lose my memory? This is too

embarrassing."

Andre also laughed at her response.

Mia buried herself in the blanket, she rolled around on the bed, shouting, "I can't live like this, my image

and dignity are all ruined. Honey, make me forget all of this." Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

The noisy Mia from last night, and her remorseful look today made him laugh nonstop.

Andre picked up his darling wife from the bed, looked at her petite face, and asked affectionately, "Will

you drink again?"

Mia shook her head quickly, "I swear I won't drink again."

Andre pinched her face, looking at the finally sober Mia; he surprisingly started to miss her from last

night. "Do you still want to have a baby?"

Mia: "That depends on whether or not our future kid would want us as its parents."

Andre: "Well, I'll be working my ass off tonight."

At this point, Andre started promoting his Maplewood Estates again. "Let's move out, babe. Only the

two of us know what happened last night. But if we keep living here, your look from last night might be

seen by the servants one day.

“With the end of the year sneaking up on us, guests will inevitably show up. You're new to the fam and

will have to meet a lot of people. What if you get hammered again like last night, and make a fool of

yourself in public? Do you think you'd be ashamed or not?"

Mia was tempted and nodded her head.

Andre seized the opportunity to ask, "So, are we moving or not?"

Mia smartly shook her head. "Don't try to trick me, Andre. I'm not going anywhere."

Andre: "…If we don't move, you can't get pregnant."

Mia starts to speak up again, "If I can't get pregnant, that's your problem. It has nothing to do with us

moving or not."