Sweet Mischief's Rollercoaster Romance novel Chapter 295

Mia acted as if she hadn't heard, going totally deaf every time the topic of Maplewood Estates came up.

Andre sidled up to her, getting in close, and whispered, "Still pretending, huh?"

Mia stayed silent, trying to look innocent, playing up the cute act, hoping he would let her off the hook.

Andre lifted her chin, "Acting all weak and defenseless just makes me want to tease you more."

Mia's act had flopped. She hadn't even taken a bath, but was already tricked into sex by him.

Afterwards, they took a bath together.

By the time Mia left the bathroom, two hours had passed. Andre, with a towel around his waist, went to the bathroom to get his pajamas, drying his hair as he went.

Mia had a towel wrapped around her body and another one around her head. She was sitting in front of the dressing table. Her body was still blushing shyly. Every time she was intimate with her husband, she would get embarrassed for a long time. Even though they had been married for quite some time now.

Andre changed into his pajamas, and also got his wife a new set, handing it to her at the dressing table. "Put this on."

Mia blushed, setting the pajamas aside.

Andre came up behind her, looking at her bare shoulders in the mirror. He chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that resonated over Mia's head. "Still shy? After all these times, you should be used to it by now."

Mia: "Honey, I think you have a problem."

Andre, puzzled, "Oh? What problem do I have?"

Looking at her husband in the mirror, Mia said, "You seem addicted to that kind of thing. You should probably see a doctor about it."

At this moment, Andre felt like decking someone. Because he loved her too much, he was the one with the problem?

Andre scooped up Mia and placed her on the bed.

"See? I was right. You're addicted. You're at it again." Mia kicked her legs, trying to keep her husband at bay.

Andre was so annoyed that his heart skipped a beat, as if he was about to have a heart attack.

"Mia, I'm really afraid that one day you'll die under me, so I've been holding back, okay?"

Mia was terrified. She'd heard of men dying in the act, but never of a woman being crushed to death by a man.

"Honey. Can't you be like other men, always busy with work, rarely coming home, only meeting once a week?"

Andre: "Their careers are on the rise, but Cedillo Inc. is already at its peak."

Mia grumbled internally; it was troublesome when the man you married was too successful. "Other men often go on business trips for ten days or half a month at a time. But since we got married, I've never seen you go on a business trip. Are you slacking off?"

Andre: "For most people, if they want to work with me, they need to come to Havenbrook to see me. And besides, my subordinates are not useless. If a trip is needed, they'll go."

Mia: "What about others?"

"Those don't have the qualifications to work with me."

Her husband began to look smug.