Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Chapter 101

Mia seemed distant while eating her meal.

Andre willingly offered to serve her food, but she seemed to pay no attention.

"What's on your mind?" he asked.

Mia replied, "I'm worried that if I tell you, you'll be upset."

Respectfully, Andre did not press further.

After lunch, Andre poured a glass of water for his wife. "Did you bring any painkillers?" he asked.

Mia shook her head.

Understanding, Andre pointed to his office, "You go rest, I'll go get you some medicine."

"It’s okay. It doesn’t hurt anymore." Mia said.

Andre didn't seem quite convinced.

Mia explained, "My menstrual cramps are usually the worst on the first day, it gets better after that." If

the pain was unbearable for a whole week, she would lose all enthusiasm for life.

Having looked at her face, Andre chose to believe her for now.

"You should rest too." Mia said. "You've been taking care of me all night and came straight to work in

the morning. You'll wear yourself out at this rate."

Andre saw the concern in her eyes. He glanced at his office, "I'll rest in a bit..."

"Not in a bit, now!" Mia insisted.

She stepped forward, taking Andre by the hand and leading him to his office.

Andre gave a helpless smile, "Alright, I'll join you for a rest."

They arrived at the office and saw a large bed, next to which was a door leading to the bathroom.

Mia took a look at the black sheets and gave a dissatisfied huff.

Andre looked at her, "You don't like them?"

Mia said, "Even my grandpa's sheets have more character than yours."

Andre: "...are you questioning my taste?" NôvelDrama.Org owns all content.

Mia shook her head.

"I think your life is too monotonous." Mia added, "Anyway, let's rest."

She took off her shoes and sat on the edge of the bed, hesitatingly asked, "Which side should I sleep

on?"

Andre said, "Whichever you like."

He walked to the door and took off his coat.

He hung his suit on the hanger and loosened his tie.

Suddenly, Mia came over.

She muttered, "Your suit will wrinkle if you hang it like this. Let me help you."

She picked up his suit, carefully brushing off the dust. "Such a nice suit, you can't just treat it so

casually."

Watching her back, Andre felt a sense of joy.

After hanging up the suit, Mia picked up his tie and said, "You should hang it up. If you leave it on the

table, it'll crease over time."

Suddenly, Andre reached out, grabbed her hand, and pulled her in front of him.

"You're so considerate? How about you take care of all my clothes and ties from now on, would that be

okay?"

Mia immediately shook her head, "No."

Before she could explain her refusal, he cut her off with a single sentence. "I'll pay you."

"Okay!" Mia immediately swallowed her words and wisely nodded.

Mr. Cedillo smiled, gently ruffling the girl's hair.

After Mia got into bed.

"Darling, your bed is a bit hard."

"Darling, your pillow is also pretty hard."

"Darling, can you close the curtains?"

"Darling, the AC is a bit too cold."

"Darling..."

Once Mia laid down, she didn't stop talking.

Hearing the sweet "Darling", Mr. Cedillo was of course in a good mood.

But after the following complaints, one, two, three times, he could get out of bed to deal with it. But

when the number increased, he stood by the bed, looking at his adorable, opinionated wife, "Give all

your complaints at once, so I can deal with them all at once."

Mia sat up in bed, looking up at her tall husband. "I'm a bit thirsty and want a drink, not water."

The man: "Anything else?"

"Get me my phone, it's outside."

"Go on."

"I can't think of anything else for now."

Mr. Cedillo went back to work.

During lunch break, when everyone was resting, the big boss suddenly walked out of his office.

The people around were shocked and got up nervously to look at the big boss.

"Boss?"

Andre replied, "keep resting, don’t mind me."

He took his water cup to the pantry.

The secretary thought the boss wanted coffee, so she hurriedly got up and ran to the pantry, planning

to grind coffee for him personally.

"Boss, how sweet do you want your coffee? Do you need ice?"

Andre took a deep breath, looking at the row of drinks in front of him. He asked, "What kind of drink do

young girls usually like?"

"Uh..." the secretary was a little confused and asked, "How young of a girl?"

Andre: "Twenty."

The secretary immediately understood that it was the boss's cute wife who wanted a drink.

The secretary told Andre, "The lady's clothes and bags look very young, she should like sour and

sweet juice, maybe lemonade or orange juice."

Andre nodded, accepting the secretary's suggestion.

"Boss, do you need ice?"

Suddenly remembering a night when she was in extreme pain, curled up in his arms like a hurt kitten,

he replied, "No."

Her stomach was not very good, better not to drink anything too cold.

Andre returned to his office.

The surrounding secretaries gathered around to ask the secretary, "What is the boss doing?"

"Shh, the boss is getting a drink for his wife."

The people around were all talking in hushed voices, quietly discussing the newlywed lady.

She was young, beautiful, and the boss was their superior, handsome, rich and capable, so it was

inevitable that there would be discussions.

However, those who could work on this level were all top talents. Although they were a bit curious and

would discuss a few times, they would not spend a long time discussing, nor would they let things that

had nothing to do with them affect their work efficiency.

To work at Andre's company, the requirements were very strict, and those who could stay were all the

elites carefully selected by the company.

In this industry, they were all top-notch.

Andre returned to the resting room and prepared everything his wife needed.

He also raised the temperature of the air conditioner for her and closed the curtains.

"Any other issues?"

Mia shook her head with her drink in hand, "Nope." Even if there were, she wouldn't dare say it.

Seeing that her husband's expression was a bit off, she chose to keep quiet at the right time.

Andre got into bed, folded the blanket, and let Mia sleep on it.

Mia stopped him, "Although the bed is a bit hard, I won't be picky. It's good for your health to sleep on a

hard bed."

However, the pillow was a bit high and not soft enough, she didn't like it.

The guy was already snuggled up in the blankets while Mia was still sitting on the bed.

The couple locked eyes. Mia pursed her lips, a thought swirling in her mind, “ If I say I wanna crash on

the couch with a cushion, would he get pissed off?”