Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance novel Chapter 132

As the car started moving for the second time, Andre buckled up.

The car took three spins around the front yard, then headed towards the fountain. Mia tried to steer it in the opposite direction.

"Stop the car," Andre yelled.

Then, the car came to an abrupt halt. His body jerked forward.

Thank goodness the seatbelt saved his life.

He showed his wife the correct route around the roundabout. Mia then resumed driving.

"Stop the car."

The seatbelt saved Andre's life once again.

"Mia, don't drive in the middle of the road, keep to the side."

About ten minutes passed, Andre shouted again, "Stop the car."

The seatbelt saved his life for the third time.

The constant braking made his chest ache a bit.

Andre coughed twice. He looked at his wife and asked, "How was the drive just now?"

"The road was rough," Mia replied in a soft voice.

Hearing her voice, Andre's anger evaporated.

He even tenderly comforted her, "Sweetie, you drove over the flowers."

Had there been a fence, she would have definitely crashed into it.

And if there was a cliff beyond the fence, they would have tumbled down by now.

Thankfully, this was just their own garden.

The garden of the Cedillo Mansion had superb scenery, with flowers of various colors and trees of all seasons.

Every morning, gardeners would bring fresh flowers to plant.

However, the newly planted flowers had barely been in the soil for half a day before Mia crushed them under the car.

Upon hearing this, Mia instantly felt sorry for the flowers. She unbuckled her seatbelt and was about to get out of the car to check.

She eased off the brake, then attempted to exit the car without changing gears.

The car started to roll again.

Andre could scold his subordinates who couldn't remember things properly. He could punish those who repeated the same mistakes, helping them correct their behaviors.

But, with Mia, it was different.

He couldn't scold her because she would cry.

He couldn't hit her because she would hurt.

This was really giving Andre a headache. The car door was already open when Mia suddenly realized something.

Looking at the slowly rolling car, she cried out, "Oh no! I forgot to shift gears again."

Andre felt relieved, thought, “she still had the chance to correct her mistakes.”

Mia stepped on the brake again, shifted gears, and slowly let off her foot. Once she was sure the car wouldn't roll anymore, she got out.

Andre watched as Mia dashed off to check the flowers, shaking his head helplessly.

Then, he also turned off the car and headed over.

There was Mia, squatting on the ground, looking at the precious flowers crushed into the soil. The beautiful flowers, flattened by the car wheels, looked pitiful.

With her hands clasped together and eyes closed, Mia murmured as if in prayer, "I'm sorry. I'll try my best to revive you. If I can't, rest in peace in heaven. I'll hold a funeral for you."

Andre was totally speechless.

He pulled up his pants leg and squatted beside her. "Are you repenting?"

"No, I'm rescuing. If the rescue fails, then, I am praying."

Mr. Cedillo was speechless again.

Maybe this was the generation gap.

He couldn't understand the trendy things his wife was into. Just this morning, he had to look up the difference between lip gloss and lip oil, which certainly expanded his knowledge.

"Uh... Mia, it's lunchtime. The butler called me to eat. You guys should come back too."

Hansen quickly made his escape.

Only the couple was left by the flower bed again.

Andre, who had been smacked by Hansen for no reason, heard Mia ask in a small voice, "Does it hurt?"

Andre shook his head, "I'll help you bury these flowers, then we can go eat lunch together?"

Mia pouted, "Honey, you help me dig the holes."

"Alright."

The sky was clear, not a cloud in sight.

The bright autumn sun shone down on the Cedillo family's yard, and on the couple's backs. One in a sharp black suit, the other in a cozy knit, sweet and gentle.

The man was playing a game he never liked as a kid—digging in the dirt—with his wife.

Andre took off his watch and put it in Mia's pocket. He didn't allow her to get her hands dirty. He dug holes in the garden himself, then planted the flowers in them.

Mia held the flowers, waiting for the holes to be ready. Then, she gently placed the flowers into them.

Then, Andre watched as she filled the holes with surrounding soil.

The funeral was complete.

Because their hands were all mucked up, they didn't drive back. Instead, they left the car by the roadside and walked home.

At home, Leo kept pestering Hansen, "Grandpa, can you tell me why Andre would marry Mia? How did you even come up with that idea?"

Hansen made a beeline for the dining room.

He said to Leo, "Don't bring this up in the house again. If your uncle gets angry and hits you, I'm not going to save you."

"I definitely won't ask them. Their relationship is heating up right now, why would I bring that up out of the blue? That's why I'm asking you. C’mon, spill it, Grandpa! I promise I won't blab."

Hansen snorted, "Like I'd believe you."

"Grandpa, don't tell me you exploited..."