It was as if he didn't see anything that afternoon.
Fresh out of the shower, Hansen had lost the scent of the food alley, only the aroma of the food was still lingering in his mouth. He was in high spirits and started shooting the breeze with his son and daughter-in-law, "Andre, what's Mia's nickname on your phone?"
"Kittemia."
"Ha! You two are a unique couple. Most people use 'hubby' or 'wifey' as nicknames. And you guys go with 'Kittemia' and 'Tiger', how quirky."
Andre looked at Mia, who was glued to his arm, and grinned, "I'm Tiger?"
Mia replied, "You're known as the king of the business world. And the king of the jungle is the tiger, so hubby, do you like the nickname I gave you?"
Andre replied, "I prefer 'hubby' as a nickname."
"Then you got to change mine to 'wifey'!" Mia whined, clinging to his arm. She was practically crawling into Andre's arms.
Andre gently touched his wife's nose and chuckled, "Such a child."
Hansen thought to himself, “Are my son and daughter-in-law showing off their love to me?”
Leo thought, “Why isn't Andre hitting Mia?”
It was getting late. Andre, with Mia in his arms, retreated to their bedroom.
After locking the door, Andre took off his coat. Mia hung it up. As she was tidying his clothes, Andre suddenly wrapped his arms around her from behind. He bent down and whispered into her ear. His breath enveloped Mia. In a deep voice, he asked her, "Mia, have you ever lied to me?"
Upon being held, Mia tensed up. The warmth in her ears made her face instantly blush. She felt uncomfortable.
Had she lied to him? Of course, she had.
Wasn't it about what happened that afternoon?
At that moment, she kept quiet.
Andre had her turn around. Looking at that distressed lady, he asked again: "Did you lie to me?"
Mia shut her mouth and slowly nodded.
A smile spread across the man's face. That was all he needed.
"About the elevator incident last time, I already know. You don't have to feel guilty."
Mia looked up in surprise.
Andre deliberately didn't expose her lie from that afternoon, "You need to behave from now on. But, whatever you do, I'll forgive you," That included lying to him.
Andre spoke too soon and was too absolute.
Who knew, a few days later, his words would piss himself off to the brink of death!
He went to take a shower. Mia let out a sigh of relief, murmuring, “One shall never do things that weigh on their conscience, or else they'll always feel restless.”
Late into the night, Andre was once again teasing his pure and lovely wife.
More precisely, Mia started it that time.
Post-shower Andre habitually sat on the bed reading something.
The "Kittemia" who usually nestled against his arm to sleep began to feel uncomfortable.
She couldn't fall asleep, so she tossed and turned in bed. In the end, she scooted to Andre's side, grabbed his hand, and forcibly took away the book he was reading. "Dear, stop reading. This book isn't interesting. Let's sleep."
Andre looked down at her, "Do you want me to hold you to sleep?"
Mia nodded, "Aren't I warmer than this book?"
In that case, Andre put down his book.
After all, with her by his side fussing like that, he was in no mood to continue reading.
He turned off the bedside lamp. The bedroom was plunged into darkness.
Mia lifted her head. Andre dropped his arm. She rolled over into Andre's arms.
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