Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance novel Chapter 447

He tossed the remaining rice into the trash bin, and grabbed the glass of warm water on the table, downing it in one gulp.

Ten minutes later, Mia received an empty lunchbox. She left with a satisfied smile.

Andre leaned back against his chair, touching his belly. Alice walked in, grinning. She knew everything.

“You’ve had it tough,” Alice teased.

Andre silently prayed that Mia would only visit once.

At four in the afternoon.

“Honey, what are you up to?” The office door was cracked open by a certain audacious individual. “I know you’ve had a long day at work, honey. I made you some clam chowder. Try it.”

Andre was silent. He stood up, swiftly tidying up the documents on his desk. “Mia, I have a meeting to attend. Take the chowder home for our dad to enjoy.”

“But dad already has some,” Mia argued. “Honey, eat before you go to your meeting.”

As Andre picked up his documents to leave, Mia opened the container. The chowder was brimming to the top, threatening to spill over onto her hand. Andre could see the steam still rising from it.

Andre swallowed hard, concerned that his wife might burn herself. He bent over and placed the container on his desk.

“Behave yourself, I’m off to a meeting.”

“Honey, just take a sip. I spent ages making it.”

Unable to resist his cute wife, Andre had no choice but to take a sip.

“Well.” Andre’s hand went to his throat as he eyed the strange soup. “Did you add butter?”

“Yes, honey. How does it taste?” Mia awaited his praise with eager eyes.

Andre complimented, “Delicious.”

Then, Andre quickly left the office. He called out to Noah, “Meeting.”

“Meeting?” Noah was confused.

Andre said, “An impromptu meeting. The topic: departmental reports.”

Noah was clueless about what was going on, as were the heads of other departments. Were there big changes in the company?

While the meeting was underway, Andre texted Alice, “Go to my office and usher Mia home.”

Alice found the CEO’s “cry for help” message quite amusing.

Half an hour later, Alice replied to Andre, “The wife has left.”

In the conference room, Andre suddenly announced, “Meeting dismissed.”

Everyone was speechless. The boss’ heart was so unpredictable.

Not long after Andre returned to his office, Alice appeared with a smile. “Boss, I reckon the little madam will be delivering her love-filled lunches to you for a few days. We might have to get used to her presence in the office.”

Andre was well aware of this. He had already instructed the domestic staff at home to support Mia’s culinary pursuits. He didn’t want to douse Mia’s enthusiastic flame.

“Get Noah in here.”

Noah entered shortly. “Boss, what’s going on today?”

Andre instructed, “Spread the word. The company may hold impromptu meetings at any time in the near future. We will continue with today’s meeting next time. And you, if you see my wife, immediately alert me to hold a meeting.”

Noah asked, “Are you having marriage troubles?” Why would he avoid his cute and soft little wife? Didn’t Andre always adore his cute wife?

Andre admonished, “I’m about to become a father. What marriage troubles?”

Noah was taken aback, while Alice chuckled.

Eventually, Noah learned from Alice why the boss was avoiding his wife. “Love can be a burden too,” Noah mused.

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Andre replied, “I can’t go on a business trip. Normally when I return from a trip, she surprises me. If I leave this time, I’m afraid she’ll prepare a full-course banquet by the time I return.” And he would be the one to suffer then.

Noah said, “Hiding all the time isn’t a solution.”

He turned to Alice. “Is the lady’s cooking really that bad?”

Alice replied, “She dumps sauce in rice, adds butter to seafood soup, and puts Sriracha on pizza, creating her own fusion cuisine. What do you think?”

Noah replied, “I’m just curious, doesn’t she taste it herself?”

Andre, who knew his wife well, explained, “She can’t bear to taste it. She loves me, so she insists I should have the first bite.”

“And the second?” Noah asked.

Andre replied, “Myself, my family, and even the chef, none of us dare to let a pregnant woman taste her own disastrous dishes.”

Each time Mia wanted to have a taste, Hansen, Naomi, the servants, chefs, and butlers would stop her.

Andre somewhat regretted encouraging her to experiment with cooking.

In the evening, he returned home. The household was somewhat fearful of him, so none dared to oppose his orders.

While Mia was out, Hansen earnestly advised his son, “Andre, perhaps you should reconsider letting Mia learn cooking. If she’s truly bored, why not let her go cause trouble outside? Your brother, Naomi and I are getting old. Our stomachs can’t handle it.”

Andre took a deep breath, finishing the glass of water on the table. “I’ll handle it.”

That evening, Andre called his wife into his study.

“Molly hasn’t been home for a few days, and Leo’s been leaving early and coming home late. Do you have any idea what they are up to?”

Mia said, “Isn’t Molly working at her company? And didn’t you send Leo off to karate classes?”

Andre suddenly realized he just asked the obvious.

“You guys haven’t hung out together for a while. Don’t you plan on catching up?”