Chapter 256


    "Let''s go home and sleep, shall we? I''ll call you back when we get there. We''re out in public now, and


    the waitstaff can hear us. You surely wouldn''t want anyone else to know about my love for you, right?"


    The only one who could deal with Mia was Andre. With that, she obediently crawled out from the


    backseat and followed him home.


    Andre held her and they went home directly, without even needing shoes.


    Once they got to their bedroom, Andre finally let out a sigh of relief, but then his throat started acting up


    again.


    "Sweetie, let me feel your Adam''s apple."


    Andre was speechless. He walked over, Mia''s handnded on his throat, then she touched her own


    neck. Then she looked at her husband and said, "Honey, swallow your saliva."


    Andre swallowed, his throat moved a bit, Mia found it amusing. She wanted to keep watching.


    So there Andre was, half-kneeling in front of her, making himself her ything.


    A few minutester, Andre''s mouth was dry, and she couldn''t y anymore. He started to hold his wife,


    kissed her, picked her up and put her on the bed, coaxing her, "Mia, let''s go to sleep, okay?"


    But Mia kept staring at his clothes. "Honey, I want to touch your chest."


    Andre was about to lose it.


    Seeing him not taking off his clothes, Mia started crying. "Why can you touch mine, but I can''t touch


    yours. It''s not fair."


    Andre took off his jacket, unbuttoned his shirt, took off his top and exposed his chest.


    Only then did Mia stop crying, and she started to get handsy. "Honey, why is your chest so hard?"


    Andre gritted his teeth and said, "It''s a pec, it''s a muscle."


    "Wow, honey, your chest is bigger than mine. Why do you like touching mine? Yours is bigger. Touch


    yours." Mia was on the verge of tears.


    Andre patiently took a deep breath, telling himself that this was his own wife. Then he said gently his


    wife, "Yours is bigger."


    Mia patted her own chest, shook her head, "Not big, soft."


    Andre waspletely speechless. "Yes, yours is soft. I like soft, okay?"


    In the future, if anyone got his wife drunk again, he would never let them off the hook. He gently coaxed


    Mia onto the bed, patting her back, "Sleep now, you''ll be back to normal when you wake up tomorrow."


    "Honey, there''s one more thing we haven''t done."


    "Sweetie, let''s sleep now, we''ll do it tomorrow."


    Mia shook her head on the bed, her hand ced on her belly, "I don''t want to be a baby. I want to have


    a baby. Let''s have a baby. You be the dad, I''ll be the mom, can we have a baby?"


    Andre looked up at the ceiling speechlessly. After a while, he said, "Alright, close your eyes first, wait till


    I''ve cleaned up and then we''ll make a baby, okay?"


    "Okay."


    Just as she was about to fall asleep. Suddenly, his cell phone rang. Mia''s eyes snapped open. "Honey."


    "We''re going to have a baby. I''m not taking calls now." He hung up the call in his hand, then put it on


    silent mode.


    After sitting by the bed for ten minutes, Andre patted her shoulder rhythmically, like lulling a child to


    sleep. Finally, she fell asleep.


    Andre sat by the bed, letting out a deep breath. It was hard work. In the future, he would never let Mia


    drink in front of anyone, anyone!


    Andre stood up, picked up the shirt on the bed and put it on, then went downstairs to get a cup of water


    and put it by the bed.


    He gently lifted the nket, unzipped her dress, and softly helped her undress.


    Not long after, Naomi called again.


    He picked up the phone and whispered, "Naomi, Mia just fell asleep."


    "How is she, did she drink too much again?"


    In Andre''s mind, scenes shed by rapidly. "I won''t let her drink again."


    "Andre." The girl on the bed was mumbling in her sleep.


    Andre immediately went over to take care of the drunk woman.


    Naomi said, "Bruce and I won''t be back for another hour. If you can''t handle Mia, let someone in the


    house help."


    "I can take care of her."


    This was the first time Andre patiently took care of someone hungover, without anyints. He


    never liked drunk people, but today, while she was sound asleep, he stole a few kisses. He smiled at


    her and said, "Since I met you, you''ve never let me have a moment''s peace. It''s one issue after


    another, and before I can even help you solve one problem, there''s another one for me to worry about.


    I must have owed you big time in a previous life to be your husband in this one."


    After that, he bent down and kissed her lips again, and he looked extremely happy.


    The next day, the person in the bed woke up. What she saw when she opened her eyes was the


    familiar ceiling. Mia sat up and looked at the man at the foot of the bed.


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    Andre was worried that if she woke up and the alcohol hadn''tpletely worn off, she might end up


    getting drunk again. So, he decided to take a day off from work and waited at home for her to wake up.


    Mia''s hair was a mess, her eyes were nk, she yawned, and looked nkly at her husband at the


    foot of the bed.


    Andre met her gaze. Husband and wife, staring at each other.


    "Are you sober now?"


    Mia blinked, and some not-so-beautiful memories suddenly shed through her mind.


    Wait! Was that herst night?!


    Mia remembered the scenes fromst night. Her eyes widened in horror, "Honey, honey, I didn''t do


    anything stupidst night, did I?"


    Seeing her horrified look, Andreughed. It seemed she was sober now.


    As Mia thought about the scenes fromst night, she held her head in her hands, no way, were these


    things she would do?


    Andre got up and sat next to her, getting closer to her. "Whose chest is bigger?"


    Mia immediately clutched her chest, almost in tears, "Honey, can I lose my memory? This is too


    embarrassing."


    Andre alsoughed at her response.


    Mia buried herself in the nket, she rolled around on the bed, shouting, "I can''t live like this, my image


    and dignity are all ruined. Honey, make me forget all of this."


    The noisy Mia fromst night, and her remorseful look today made himugh nonstop.


    Andre picked up his darling wife from the bed, looked at her petite face, and asked affectionately, "Will


    you drink again?"


    Mia shook her head quickly, "I swear I won''t drink again."


    Andre pinched her face, looking at the finally sober Mia; he surprisingly started to miss her fromst


    night. "Do you still want to have a baby?"


    Mia: "That depends on whether or not our future kid would want us as its parents."


    Andre: "Well, I''ll be working my ass off tonight."


    At this point, Andre started promoting his Maplewood Estates again. "Let''s move out, babe. Only the


    two of us know what happenedst night. But if we keep living here, your look fromst night might be


    seen by the servants one day.


    “With the end of the year sneaking up on us, guests will inevitably show up. You''re new to the fam and


    will have to meet a lot of people. What if you get hammered again likest night, and make a fool of


    yourself in public? Do you think you''d be ashamed or not?"


    Mia was tempted and nodded her head.


    Andre seized the opportunity to ask, "So, are we moving or not?"


    Mia smartly shook her head. "Don''t try to trick me, Andre. I''m not going anywhere."


    Andre: "…If we don''t move, you can''t get pregnant."


    Mia starts to speak up again, "If I can''t get pregnant, that''s your problem. It has nothing to do with us


    moving or not."