SWNOVELS Novel Chapter 108
Chapter 108
“Babe, my stomach hurts!” She was rolling around in bed, flopping next to Andre
Andre was sitting up, leaning against the headboard and reading a book. Seeing her in discomfort, he glanced but didn’t do anything, letting her continue to complain.
“Babe, my tummy hurts so bad I could cry” she tried again.
This time, Andre reached out, put his hand on her belly and gently rubbed.
“Rubbing doesn’t help! Only ice cream can make it better-”
Andre closed his book and put it on the nightstand.
Seeing him put down the book, Mia thought he agreed. But her joy didn’t even last a minute before Andre pulled her into his arms. “If rubbing doesn’t help. then I’ll just sleep with you! You’ll forget the pain once you fall asleep.”
Mia pouted, “I don’t want to sleep!”
Andre never thought there would be a day where he’d be bickering with his wife over such trivial things.
“Honey, I want to stargaze,” said Mia.
Andre said, “It’s a cloudy tonight, no stars to see
“Darling, I need to see Leo about something.”
Andre pinched Mia’s face and whispered, “No seeing him after eight.”
“I need to see your dad then.”
“He’s asleep”
“Honey.”
Andre warned, “If I catch you sneaking ice cream, there will be no more snacks in this house ever.”
Mia sighed in frustration and muttered, “Your parents say you’re nice to me. You won’t even let me eat ice cream, you’re not nice at all!”
Andre went along with her words, “Yeah, I’m always abusive to you at home.”
“Good that you know.”
Mia complained softly in his arms. She fell asleep unknowingly, and her stomach didn’t hurt anymore, nor did she keep asking for ice cream.
Andre got up in the middle of the night and instructed the house staff to hide the ice cream in the fridge, to prevent her from sneaking in some when he
wasn’t home.
“If Mia asks for ice cream tomorrow, don’t tell her where it’s hidden. Whoever gives her ice cream will be fired and never rehired.”
The staff in charge of hiding the ice cream agreed.
Even the butler joined in on the ice cream hiding mission, “Mr. Andre, what if Mr. Hansen wants some?”
Andre gave the butler a stern look, “Let him come to me personally.”
The butler chuckled.
Andre certainly had the upper hand in the house, even being able to control Mr. Hansen’s sweet tooth.
The next day, at the Cedillo family’s dining table, Mia and Hansen were expressionless, seemingly very unhappy..
Mia got up early, opened the fridge to indulge in some ice cream: “How’s it empty?”
She opened all the compartments in the fridge, only to find out that there was no ice cream left.
Hansen, who also got up early, sneaked over to look for ice cream.
“How’s it empty? There were at least 20 boxes yesterday“.
Mia and Hansen went to ask the butler.
“Where did all the ice cream in the fridge go?”
The butler said “Mr. Andre said, if you want ice cream, you need to ask him personally.”
Since Andre had already said that, Mia and Hansen clearly weren’t going to ask him.
So at the dining table, they were both glaring at Andre angrily.
Naomi Mastin asked, “Why are you guys looking at Andre like that?”
Andre’s lips curled slightly, “Mia is expressing her love for me.”
“Humph, you hid my ice cream, how could I possibly love you?” She said loudly in front of everyone.
The servants in the dining hall were shocked. That’s Mr. Andre! He’s the ruthless business tycoon with an unpredictable temper. His wife dared to argue with him publicly?
However, Andre was still smiling. He didn’t get angry.
He turned to his wife, soothing her, “What did I say last night?”
I don’t care! I don’t need you to control me.”
Hansen thought his daughter–in–law was quite impressive, venting for him. “Mia, don’t bother with Andre. Just buy some ice cream on your way home from school today And get me a chocolate one.”
Mia huffed and agreed with Hansen.
Andre was leisurely eating breakfast, looking quite pleased.
Before sending Mia to school, he whispered something in her ear that made her instantly fume. “No way!”
“Then behave yourself,” said Andre.
Mr. Cedillo’s plan worked. He watched as his wife’s car leave his sight.
Hansen was endlessly curious. He asked Andre, “What did you threaten Mia with?”
1 didn’t threaten her I just told her that if she sneaks ice cream at school, I’ll personally go there and make a scene as her husband.” Andre said with
smugness
He knew that Mia didn’t want their relationship to be public at school, but he had deliberately threatened her, making her have to resist eating ice cream.
Hansen pointed at him angrily. “You sly guy, applying your business tactics at home, even on your wife! Andre, if you keep this up, Mia might leave you, divorce you!
Mr. Cedillo looked at his angry father indifferently. “Wasn’t it you who asked her to marry me?” he smirked, ‘She’s already Mrs. Cedillo. Would she dare to divorce me without my approval?”
His words left Hansen speechless
Andre walked towards his car. He said to Hansen, “Don’t be mad. Until her health improves, you won’t be having any ice cream either.
“Andre, I’m your father! You can control your wife, but you want to control me too?” Hansen yelled in frustration.
Andre drove past him leisurely
Hansen was so mad that he wanted to throw a rock at Andre’s car.
Unfortunately, the ground in front of the house was smooth, not a single rock in sight.
He went back to the living room in anger.
Andre thought, as long as he could control Mia not to eat ice cream, he’d have solved a big problem.
But what he didn’t anticipate was that when he got home from work that evening and walked into the living room. He heard the rustling sound of plastic wrappers being torn open.
He turned to see that Mia and Hansen had found a new snack – sour gummy candy.
“Hansen, I’ve got a bunch of different brands of sour gummies that I love. I bought a pack of each. You have got to try every single one.”
“Sounds good to me. Mia, you’re a gem, really looking out for me.” Even though the sourness was making him cringe, Hansen kept munching away.
Hansen found the sour gummies way too sour, so Mia handed him a glass of water and suggested he rinse the gummies in the water before eating.
Hansen promptly followed this advice.
A little later, Leo strolled over with three bottles of soda in hand.