Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance novel Chapter 85

Mia wanted to tell her husband to stop clinging to her like a furnace in this scorching heat, especially right after she's taken a shower and started to sweat again.

Andre responded, "Well, if you're hot, just take off your clothes."

"...Never mind, forget I said anything."

He chuckled slightly, lifting the covers a bit to let in some cool air. But trying to get him to let go of her? That's impossible. He was slowly breaking down Mia's defenses.

Getting her to move from the couch to the bed, and then from the edge of the bed into his arms, all within a few days.

At this rate, their relationship was bound to take a leap forward sooner rather than later.

Like a wolf stalking its prey, Andre observed and lured Mia into his trap step by step.

As he closed his eyes, a slight smile played on his lips. Mia could feel his Adam's apple bob as he swallowed.

She blushed, thinking her husband was acting a bit off.

That night, her heart warmed at the thought of him, and she couldn't help but smile.

And so, she moved closer to his husband.

Feeling Mia snuggle up to him, Andre naturally held onto her tighter.

Andre, a usually indifferent guy, had never really liked anyone before, nor did he know what it felt like to like a girl. What he did know was a feeling of possessiveness.

Forced to marry a young girl, he was resistant, both physically and emotionally.

He even thought about humiliating his wife, assuming she was a scheming woman.

But then he realized he was wrong.

Mia was far from scheming. She was utterly defenseless.

He still remembered when she deliberately called him "Old Andre". With his high social status, even his father and brothers would think carefully about what they said to him, and it had been a long time since anyone dared to make him angry.

Her laughter had provoked him. His anger flared, and in the heat of the moment, he lashed out at her.

But then, he witnessed the discord at home.

Arguments, neither willing to back down.

Fights, neither willing to pull their punches.

Mia, with her straightforward and honest character, would directly confront him.

Hot-tempered, she would fight him.

And sometimes, she would be gentle, calling him "honey" like a little kitten.

How powerful was the charm of language? When she softly called him "honey", his heart would flutter, and he would walk away pretending it was nothing, even pretending to ignore her.

She was also very obedient, doing many things he never got tired of.

But sometimes, she could be a chatterbox, chirping away like a little bird, always chattering by his side.

Sometimes, she was very considerate.

And her scent... it was very pleasant...

When did he start wanting to possess her?

It seemed that her scent had been stimulating his senses all along.

Andre discovered that girls have a delicate fragrance.

He'd hugged her, pinned her down, held her, kissed her. Mia was soft like marshmallow and smelled heavenly.

He didn't have high expectations for marriage, but after getting to know Mia, he found her to be pure and guileless, her emotions displayed openly on her face. Including her shyness, which was sometimes irresistibly adorable. He thought she was beautiful, her laughter was comforting, and her personality was likable. If he had to choose someone to spend the rest of his life with, he would choose her.

Andre didn't think that much.

"I don't care about his business. If you want to say it tomorrow, say it. If not, ignore him."

Mia looked at him, smiling, "I know, you don't really mean that. You care about dad."

"How do you know?"

Mia laid on the bed, close to him. With nothing better to do, she started pinching his arm. As she played with his arm, she explained her reasoning. "Because when I called you to say dad was in the hospital, even though you were busy with something important, you still rushed to the hospital as fast as you could."

He chuckled, "How do you know I was busy with something important and not just drinking? How do you know I rushed to the hospital because I was worried about him and not because I heard you crying on the phone?"

As they talked, he curved his arm, his hand rubbing her shoulder, pulling her strap down, then fixing it for her.

Mia was busy talking and didn't notice his subtle moves.

"Because they said you had an important meeting tonight, and everyone said it was very important.

As for your second question, I think you heard me crying and thought I was causing trouble at home, but when you heard dad was in the hospital, you got even more worried and rushed to the hospital.

If you really didn't care about your father, you wouldn't have rushed to see him when you heard he was in the hospital. When you arrived and saw your father lying in bed, looking gloomy, you may have been worried but you gave off an air of impatience."

Andre placed his hand on the girl's soft shoulder, looking at the girl who was the first to understand his inner thoughts with profound eyes.

"Mia, have you noticed any other quirks about me?"

Mia pouted, "Do I have to tell it all?"

Andre nodded, "Yes, say it all."

It's been a long time since anyone knew him this deeply.

He wanted to hear it all.