Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Chapter 439

Who would have thought that Andre would walk right up to her bedroom door! His eyes met the

shimmering pair of eyes that were peeking through the slightly ajar door.

Mia waved her petite hand through the narrow gap and said in a soft voice, “Goodbye, hubby.” Then,

with a swift “snap”, she closed the door.

Andre turned his head to glance at his sister’s bedroom not far away. Her door was also surreptitiously

closed.

Leo was in a pickle, not because he was on his way to find Tom, but because he had a loose tongue.

Andre decided not to beat his nephew this time. He had learned from his wife’s personal experience

that corporal punishment was more effective in making them remember their mistakes.

So, it was time for Leo to do a handstand!

Mia and Molly, separated by a few walls, were chatting in their small group on their smartphones.

[I wonder how Leo is doing now. What do you think my husband will do to him?]

Molly replied, [Leo should become used to getting punished by now. I think he can handle whatever

Andre throws at him.]

Mia sent another message, [Don’t be too sure. My husband’s slap really hurts.]

[Have you been slapped before?]

[Yes.]

Andre looked at the group chat on the table, then at his own hand, which clenched into a fist. He was

confused. “When did I slap her?”

The messages kept pinging on the table. Every time a new message arrived, the table would vibrate.

Leo, currently standing on his hands as punishment, bit his lip and prayed, “Please don’t let those two

women be the ones sending messages in the group!”

Andre, cunning as ever, searched the group chat for keywords: “my hubby”, “Andre”, “my uncle”.

Well, there were a whopping 483 messages that contained “my hubby”. Mia must be shouting “my

hubby” all day in the group.

He roughly estimated that there were at least 1000 messages discussing him in the group. They spent

their whole day discussing him instead of doing something productive. How come he didn’t know that

these three kids were talking about him all day?

“Andre, I can’t hold on any longer.”

“You better hold on even if you can’t!”

Andre coldly glanced at his handstanding nephew, whose arms were trembling and face was turning

red.

“Andre, can I just stand at attention? I’ll stand for two hours.” He would rather stand at attention for two

hours than do a handstand for ten minutes.

Andre said, “Say one more word, and you’ll handstand for half an hour.”

Leo gritted his teeth and endured. Handstanding was truly torturous!

Later, after the punishment was over, Leo went back to his room and didn’t come out again. He didn’t

even come down for dinner.

Molly knocked on Leo’s door and asked in a soft voice, “Do you need me to call an ambulance?”

Leo’s voice came out, “No need to waste medical resources.”

Molly asked, “Then what do you need?”

“To become a monk.”

Molly sighed as she looked at her nephew’s room. “Poor kid.”

Mia was dragged by her husband back to the room to admit to everything she had said about him in the

group.

“Honey, are you...?”

Before she could finish her sentence, Andre answered, “I love you. I haven’t changed my mind. I

haven’t cheated. There’s only you.”

Mia thought. “Damn, guilt-tripping doesn’t work anymore.”

“Then if you love me, why don’t you kiss me? You used to kiss me every day, but now you’re back to

square one.” Mia stood her ground, not backing down.

She complained, “And you say you love me. Men are all liars.”

“You’re not going to distract me again. Don’t try to change the subject.” Andre had experienced his

wife’s tactics before, so he wasn’t going to fall for it again.

Mia realized, this tactic was also ineffective now.

“In the group chat, who said ‘My hubby is a total weirdo’?

“Who was shouting in the group ‘My hubby is definitely an old man from the last century’?

“Who was howling in the group ‘My hubby definitely has a serious illness’?

“Who was complaining in the group ‘My hubby must be a bit crazy’?”

Mia backed off to escape, to fly away, to hide in a crack in the ground.

Andre stretched out his big hand. “Come on, tell me when and where this hand has slap you!”

Mia thought to herself, “Damn, you’re snooping on our chat history without our consent. How dare you

be so arrogant in front of me?”

“Speak!”

Mia swallowed hard, looked at the hand for a long time, and finally managed to say, “Uh... slapping my

butt counts, right?”

Andre was speechless. One day, he would be driven to his grave by his wife’s antics!

Andre gritted his teeth. “Now tell me, where did ‘weirdo’, ‘old man’, ‘serious illness’, ‘crazy’... come

from?”

“Mia, we haven’t been married for a year, right?”

Mia didn’t understand what he meant.

“In the group chat, you’ve said ‘my hubby’ more times than the number of days we’ve been married!”

Mia got his point. “Well, well, I, I have also praised you in the group. I didn’t just complain about you.”

Mia’s voice lacked confidence.

Andre picked up his wife’s phone and asked her, “Then can you explain the meaning of the group

name ‘Overthrow Andre Squad’?”

The evidence was right in front of Mia. There was no way she could argue her way out of this! All content is © N0velDrama.Org.

Mia nervously fiddled with the hem of her pajamas. “It’s, it’s just...”

She couldn’t change what her husband already knew. Mia was at a loss. What should she say? She

scratched her head anxiously, unable to come up with anything.

“I'm sorry, hubby.” She immediately raised her hands in surrender and closed her eyes, admitting her

mistake.

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“Why do you apologize?”

Mia said, “I shouldn’t have complained about my husband to others.” She added in her heart: “I’ll delete

the messages next time.”

Mia continued, “I shouldn’t have said that my husband is old.” She added in her heart: “Age is a hard

fact. I need to take care of my old husband.”

Andre sternly said, “Speak your mind. Don’t try to talk nice.”

Andre knew his wife would act in front of him, but he wasn’t willing to risk it. “Reflect on your actions in

bed.”

Mia immediately ran to the bed, lifted the blanket, and crawled in.

In no time at all, Andre was also sprawled out on the bed. “How...”