Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance novel 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.

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."

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."