Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Chapter 110

Hansen was puzzled, "Isn't Andre usually pretty strict? You just apologized and that's it?"

Leo was just as confused, "Didn't he give you any other punishment?"

Mia: "He apologized to me, why would he punish me?"

"What? He apologized to you!" Hansen exclaimed in surprise.

What was going on?

Hadn't she messed up? Why would Andre apologize to her?

Mia nodded, "Yes. He falsely accused me of sneaking ice cream at school, so I made him apologize.

He did apologize, but I didn't forgive him, and then I just walked out."

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Leo knew Mia well. He figured she had a bad memory, probably couldn't remember so many things.

So, he reminded her, "Didn't you forget that you were the one who went to apologize? We were

sneaking snacks, got caught, and then you were taken to his study."

Now it was Mia's turn to be shocked.

Right! She was the one who went to apologize!

So, what she just did.

Mia finally recalled. She looked at Leo with a frown, mumbling, "What should I do? I really lost my

temper with him earlier."

Leo patted Mia on the shoulder and said solemnly, "For the sake of our long-standing friendship, I'll do

my best to help you. I'll pick out the best coffin for you and give you a proper burial."

Mia turned to Hansen, "Hansen, help me. I was confused just now. I don't even know why I suddenly

got angry and argued with him. What should I do?"

Hansen avoided her gaze and suggested, "You should take the initiative to apologize, maybe you'll get

off lightly."

"I'm scared." Mia shrank back.

Thinking of Andre's decisive and strict attitude towards his subordinates, she was afraid she would get

scolded like hell.

But Leo pushed her shoulder and encouraged her, "Go, go! On the anniversary of your death every

year, I'll bring flowers to visit you."

"Leo, stop pushing me!"

Leo had already pushed her to the door of Andre's study.

Then, he and Hansen quickly retreated, moving away from there.

Mia was speechless.

Hansen and Leo waved at Mia simultaneously, signaling her to go in.

With no other choice, Mia braced herself, mentally prepared, and knocked on the door.

Knock, knock.

No response.

Mia cracked the door open a bit and saw the expressionless man inside. She was a bit scared.

She mustered up the courage to open the door, walked in and gently closed it behind her.

She slowly moved in front of Andre.

Her head down, her hands tightly clenched, she apologized in a small voice, "Honey, I'm sorry. I didn't

know my place earlier. I was wrong again."

Andre was in a good mood. He looked up at his wife, "Weren't you very angry just now? Why are you

apologizing now?"

Mia shook her head, "No, no, no, I'm not angry."

Andre told her, "Your apology is insincere. I don't accept it."

"Honey~" She looked up at him, her voice coquettish, "I know I was wrong. You can give me a lecture.

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

Andre sneered, "Hit you? Wouldn't that make me a domestic abuser?"

Mia nodded, "Yeah, honey, so I don't think you can lay a hand on me. I'm still young, I need your

patient guidance. Sometimes, I'm still quite childish. If I make a mistake, but realize it, you should give

me a chance to correct it."

Andre looked at her, "What if I don't want to give it?"

"Honey, give me a chance. Please~" Mia came to his desk, grabbed his hand and acted spoiled, "I

promise, I will absolutely refrain from any snacks when I'm sick; I also promise, I will definitely listen to

you, no arguing, no backtalking, no upsetting you; I also vow I will never be unreasonable, throw

tantrums, or badmouth you behind your back, alright? Honey, please~"

Andre was still as cold as ice. He picked up a sheet of A4 paper from the printer next to him and placed

his pen on the table. Then, he turned to look at his wife beside him, "Go write a pledge."

"What?"

Andre: "Write a pledge and stick it on the bedroom wall to remind you to keep your promises every

day."

"It's not necessary. I'll remember it in my heart." Mia tried to negotiate.

Andre flashed a cunning smile, "No."

Mia bit her tongue with regret. If she had known it would come to this, she would've said less.

She still looked unwilling.

Andre touched her hand and looked at her. "Are you going to write?"

Mia pouted, "Honey, writing a pledge is so humiliating."

Andre: "Then tell me something I want to hear. As long as I'm satisfied, I'll let this one slide."

Mia instantly understood. He just wanted to be complimented! She had tons of flattering phrases in her

head.

"Honey, you're so handsome."

Andre shook his head.

Mia tried again, "Honey, you're the Prince Charming in the hearts of all young girls around the world."

Andre continued to shake his head.

Mia: "Honey, you're a charming and wealthy gentleman, and so handsome. I'm so lucky to have

married you!"

Andre summed up his wife's flattery, "Your compliments are not sincere. Continue!"

Mia stuck out her tongue, "honey, what do you want to hear?"

"Think for yourself. If you can't think of anything, write the pledge."

Mia was troubled. What should she say to make her husband happy?

"How about I meow for you?" she asked tentatively.

After all, he always treated her like a little kitten.

Andre pulled her onto his lap, lightly flicked her forehead. "Keep your bad ideas to yourself."

"Okay." Mia lowered her head, looking at the blank paper. Was she really going to write a pledge?

Mia was silent for five minutes, then suddenly, she asked in a low voice, "Honey, if I say I like you,

would you want to hear it?"

Her voice was very soft, but Andre heard every word clearly.

Her voice was so soft that it went straight to his heart. That kind of softness made his whole body feel

relaxed and comfortable. It was a feeling he had never experienced before.

He swallowed and looked at the girl in his arms, her ears blushing.

Mia's face was as red as if it were bleeding. She muttered to herself, "So, you don't like hearing that

either."

Just as she was about to throw in the towel, ready to pen down a promissory note, the paper on the

table was yanked away suddenly. And the pen in her hand was snatched too.

"Huh?"

Andre scooped her up. Mia froze in his arms, "My love?"

Andre said, "I'm good now."