Sweet Mischief's Rollercoaster Romance novel Chapter 277

Andre whispered into his wife's ear, "Sleepyhead, time to rise and shine. Gift card time!" With that, he gave her earlobe a quick peck. He couldn't quite grasp why he was so head over heels for her, but he was.

The moment she heard the words "gift cards", she was up like a shot. "Are we talking big bucks here?" She asked, glancing at her husband.

Andre replied, "Well, they're handpicked by me, what do you think?"

She was not the kind to get spooked by a gun to her head but if gift cards coming her way, Mia's only ask was, "Throw ‘em at me, the more the merrier.!"

She sat up, clutching the duvet, reaching out for the cards, "Hand them over."

Andre said, "Give me a kiss first."

Mia gave him a look. If it wasn't for the gift cards, she wouldn’t kiss him. But for money, she could play along.

Hansen was also on the gift card mission, "We should give more to our daughter, and our son's wife, she's our daughter too. A bit for Leo, Bruce, and Andre should do. Don't forget."

The butler was busy jotting down names on each card, "Don't you worry, Mr. Hansen. All set."

A rare scene unfolded in the Cedillo family's living room that morning.

"Mia, here’s a gift card from your dad. Merry Christmas! Give me a grandchild this year, will you?"

"Mia, this is from your brother and me. Merry Christmas! Be good with Andre."

"Mia, this is for you from me. Merry Christmas! We are all expecting your babies."

"Mia, this is from your husband."

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Mia looked at the gift cards in her hands, her lips curling into a smile.

She heard she was due for more gift cards. The newlyweds had to visit all their relatives over the year. First thing in the morning, Andre took Mia on their rounds.

She switched to a big handbag. It was roomy and had no zippers. "That way, when people give me giftcards, I can pretend to refuse while they slip them in." Mia said slyly.

Andre looked at his wife, her greediness was endearing, "Have a kid, and they’ll bring gifts for our son. That’s way more than Christmas gift cards. And you get to keep all the money and presents."

Mia could already see herself with her child’s presents.

"Back at the old house, they’ll notice you taking our son's gifts and money. But if we move to Maplewood Estates, I can cover for you. So, how about it?" Andre said.

"Sounds good. Wait, you're tricking me!" Mia nodded, then realized she was being played.

Andre said, "Too late, you agreed."

"You tricked me!" Mia said.

Andre was in a good mood, "Mia, think about it. The kid won't know if you take his money. But if you take it secretly from the old house, our father, brother, sister-in-law, and the nosy Molly and Leo will know. There are no absolute secrets in the world, but you need to learn to discern what can be made public and what needs to be kept confidential. Come with me to Maplewood Estates, and I’ll cover for you. I'll even be your partner in crime, helping you take our son's money."

Mia was tempted again.

This time, she didn’t say it out loud. She was quietly planning how to take her son's money. Perhaps Andre, the successful man, was too persuasive. Mia had forgotten she didn't even have a son yet.