Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance novel Chapter 916

Mia pursed her lips, "Ambitious... A traitor. But in the end, he becomes the emperor, right? To me, my husband is my king. In the business world, he's the top dog, so really, it's all the same.

And hey, if he's a traitor and you're a... shady businessman, we're basically in the same family, no clash there."

Andre wrapped his arms around her, a teasing grin on his face. His hand wandered to her backside, "Say that again, I dare you."

Feeling his touch, Mia quickly slapped a hand over her mouth, refusing to say another word.

Andre pulled her onto his lap, "Mia, you really think I'm gonna live forever, huh?"

Mia nodded, then quickly shook her head, realizing her mistake, "No, no, I want you to live as long as I do."

Andre's breath was warm against her skin. "You hesitate to spend a couple hundred on dinner but drop over ten grand on a ticket without a second thought."

"Honey, if you put on a concert, I'd spend a hundred grand without blinking. I'd swipe that card so fast."

Holding his playful wife, Andre's heart raced, "Alright then, I'll sing you a song now, and you can write me a check for a hundred grand."

He hit her soft spot! The little penny-pincher reached out, playfully stroking his chest, "Honey, we're married, right? So your songs are free for me." Not a cent spent.

Andre playfully smacked her bottom with a laugh.

"Honey! That's domestic abuse! I'm running away... Wait, wait, I'm not going anywhere. I was wrong." Mia wriggled out of his grip, her feet barely touching the ground before she tried to bolt from the room, only to be reeled back in by her nightgown.

Seeing her husband's barely contained anger, Mia knew she was in trouble. She sweetly pleaded, "Honey, just one thing, I have class tomorrow, so take it easy."

Andre knelt at the end of the bed, looking at his wife, who lay there waiting for him. He grasped her ankles, gently parting her legs, "Even if it’s in the past, our love’s been compared to charity, and that’s a tab we'll settle slowly. Tonight, whether I can 'hold back,' depends on you."

Molly, wiser than Mia, acted quickly at the first sign of trouble. She wrapped her arms around Chad and kissed him, reasoning with a sly smile, "Chad, take a deep breath. You can’t hit or yell at me because I’m carrying your baby. If you shout, I'll just cry and turn the tables. Even if you want to play rough, you gotta see if your baby is okay with it.

Chad, don’t be mad, think about it. Yes, I may be a bit of a handful, gossiping and not listening, but you should be proud. Out of 1,285 posts, I’ve only ever talked about you, that’s my way of showing love. Plus, having a stellar brother like you around, how could I ever fancy those immature guys? Don’t let Mia stir things up between us.

Chad, look, I’ve said I love you so many times. You can’t just see the bad, you need to have a big heart, embrace the good, and not let the bad stuff mess with your head.

Learn from me—I’m always under your thumb, but in my eyes, you’re the most loving, caring, and thoughtful husband in the world."

Chad wrapped an arm around her neck, drawing close but not quite kissing her, "How do you know I don't have other tricks up my sleeve?"

Molly pressed her hands against his chest, offering a cheeky smile, "Chad, I'm pregnant, remember? Your little swimmer is growing inside me."

Chad chuckled, "Then I’ll just have to get creative!"