Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance novel Chapter 125

Andre was very unfamiliar with women's stuff, nor did he pay much attention to it.

"Are you done with your makeup?" He asked.

The moment he saw Mia, he knew exactly what she had been up to in the bathroom.

Despite his cluelessness about such things, his eyes weren't just for show. He could see that Mia's hair had been styled and her lip color had changed.

Mia sat down next to him, "Honey, does this makeup suit me?"

Andre always kept his cool and was not one to lavish praise on his subordinates. His highest form of approval was a simple "Not bad."

But Mia was not one of his subordinates, and his "Not bad" had a different connotation for her.

"Don't you like it? I'll go take it off and redo it."

"You look beautiful, really beautiful." Andre grabbed Mia's hand to stop her from running off.

"If you touch up your makeup again, these flowers will pale in comparison."

Mia glanced at the vibrant flowers on the table, then thought about what Andre had said.

She laughed, "I find that older men are more sincere in complimenting their wives than young ones."

Mr. Cedillo felt at a loss after being teased about his age.

Mia sat across from Andre, holding a bunch of flowers, posing for him to take a picture.

When a man took a picture, any action would do, so don't expect the photo to be clear.

When the blurry image was sent out, Mars asked in the group chat, "Mr. Cedillo, who is this in the photo?"

"It's Mia and the flowers she gave me." Mr. Cedillo replied.

Conner chipped in, "Get a new phone; the clarity of the photo is horrendous. If you're short on cash, I can help you out."

The other two friends also agreed with Conner and Mars.

After a girl took a photo, it needed filters, retouching, beautifying, and editing before it could be shared.

Mia, being a young girl, had high expectations for her photos.

"Honey, let me see if the photo you took is good. I'll put a filter on it, then you can send it."

"...I've already sent it; you look beautiful."

"Really? Let me see." Mia was even more excited.

Andre handed over his phone so Mia could look at their chat history, but all she saw was a blurry photo.

"Honey, where's the photo?"

"That's the one I just sent."

Mia held up the phone for Andre to see, "This photo?"

Mr. Cedillo nodded without hesitation.

"This? Is this beautiful?" Mia asked back; she couldn't even tell it was her in the photo.

Andre coughed awkwardly, "I think it's beautiful."

The manager on the side couldn't help but laugh when he saw the photo.

Mr. Cedillo was indeed amazing and a genius in the business field, but when it came to taking photos, even an eight-year-old could take better shots.

"Mr. Cedillo, Mrs. Cedillo, how about I take a picture for both of you?"

Mia felt that Andre's photography skills were a waste of her makeup.

She looked at the manager next to her, "Can you take photos? If another blurry photo is taken, I'm not paying for today's meal."

"Although I can't give you the stars in the sky, Mrs. Cedillo, feel free to order whatever you want to eat."

Mia looked at Andre across from her, his eyes avoiding hers, and she somewhat angrily handed the phone to the restaurant manager beside her.

"Please take a beautiful picture for me; I don't care how Mr. Cedillo looks in the photo. It’s fine, even if he looks a bit strange."

"Are you going to introduce me to your brothers?"

Andre stroked her hair, "I should have introduced you guys a long time ago."

Mia's thoughts jumped; her eyes curved into crescent moons as she laughed, excitedly saying, "Then if we meet, I'll ask them for wedding gifts! I'll take back everything they owe us."

"Sure thing, Conner's the big shot at home now; he's loaded. You can ask for more."

In a short while, the steak and foie gras Mia ordered were served.

She grabbed her phone, ready to take a photo first.

"Hold on, I haven't finished taking pictures yet."

After she finished, the two began to eat.

"Would you like some red wine?" Andre asked.

Steak, roses, and red wine were a perfect match.

Mia shook her head, "I can't drink because I'm afraid I'll get drunk. And you can't drink too, because I can't drive."

Andre nodded, "We are both free on Saturday and Sunday. I can teach you how to drive at home. Once you've learned, I can give you a car so you can drive yourself to and from school every day."

Mia thought back to when she was learning to drive and how Aaron would get angry and shout. Even Madison Irvin refused to ride in the car she was driving.

"Honey, I'm a bit of a dummy. You better not teach me."

"Even if you're a bit slow, you're still my wife. If I don't teach you, who else will?" Andre cut up the steak on his plate and passed it to her, "Here, eat the pieces I've cut for you."

Before they knew it, the lovely dinner was over.

Outside the window, dusk had fallen.

The lighting in the restaurant was dim, as if veiled by a layer of gauze.

The sound of a cello started downstairs, and a serene melody echoed through the restaurant.