Sweet Mischief's Rollercoaster Romance novel Chapter 263

Looking at Mia who was struggling to keep up the act, Andre was stunned.

He closed her phone, so pissed off that he completely forgot about checking his wife's chat history. Just seeing these browsing records and answers was enough to make him feel like he was going nuts.

She kept playing her part, and he continued to watch. The bedroom was eerily quiet. Forcing someone pretending to be asleep to maintain a fixed posture was a form of torment. In no time, Mia couldn’t keep up the act.

She closed her eyes, turned around, and then pretended to just wake up. She yawned, stretched, and then sat up. This was her usual morning routine.

She spotted the man sitting at the edge of the bed and asked in surprise, "Hey, Andre, you're back?"

Andre just watched her continue her act.

"Sweetie, when did you get back?"

Andre: "Five minutes ago."

Mia sat up from the bed and carefully approached her angry husband. "Andre, you've had a hard day. Let me give you a back and shoulder massage, okay?"

Andre took her hands in his, wrapping his other arm around her waist, pulling her towards him. "How exactly were you planning on driving me crazy?"

Mia thought, oh crap! He was starting to add things up.

Before she could act all sweet and innocent, Andre continued, "Exactly how were you thinking of divorcing me?"

Andre went on, "Do you want me or the money?"

Mia knew she was in trouble. She voluntarily wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned in to kiss him. No more sweet talk. Time to charm him.

But today, Andre wasn’t falling for it. Mia was a bit puzzled, "Honey, have I lost my charm already?"

Andre pinched her nose and pushed her onto the bed, "Tonight, you’re going to reflect on your search history."

Mia: "And what are you going to do?"

"I'm going to come up with a new way to punish you."

Mia perked up at this. She'd managed to piss off her husband so much that he didn't know how to handle her. She was really something.

She waved her hand and happily said to her husband, "Andre, I'll reflect properly. You just do your thing and hopefully you'll come up with a punishment soon."

Andre hadn’t left yet, and she playfully kicked at the spot where Andre was sitting, pushing him, "Sweetie, take your time. Don't look at me, I'm afraid I might piss you off to death. Just go."

Andre watched her enthusiasm, and decided not to leave. He lunged at Mia. Before she could react, her hands were tied behind her back, and she was pinned to the bed.

"Honey, you're not going to hit me, are you?"

Andre: "I can't bear to hit you, but I’m also pissed."

Saying that, Mia’s skirt was lifted up again.

She thought, this was not good. But she was immobilized, her legs weren't free to move either. She felt she was too thin. Her wrists were as small as a child's, and both could be held by one of her husband's hands. If she had a little more weight on her, Andre wouldn't be able to hold her with just one hand.

"Sweetie, I know I messed up again, I'll correct it, I won't make you angry anymore..."

Every time she apologized, Andre would accept it.

Mia realized that marriage was not as beautiful as she had imagined, and she was very sad.

Molly told Leo about her conversation with Mia during the day. Leo looked at Molly and asked, "Won't your actions make your grandfather jump out of his sickbed?"

"As long as he doesn't know, it's fine."