Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance
Chapter 463

Mia couldn't catch a wink of sleep. Resting a hand on her belly, she tried to ease the energetic little baby inside her. "Your dad would never cheat on me. He isn't the type. Right, son?" Silence answered her, and each second felt like an eternity.

Just as she was about to call her husband, her phone buzzed with an ad. "What would you do if you discovered your husband was cheating while you were pregnant?"

Being pregnant, Mia's phone was filled with maternity-related search history. As a result, the algorithms had started to target ads related to pregnancy to boost clicks. But why on earth was it suggesting articles about husbands cheating on their pregnant wives? Mia's temper flared.

Ignoring the time or place, she called Andre again. This time, after a few rings, Andre answered, "Hey, why aren't you asleep yet?"

"Honey, where are you? I'm coming to you right now."

Andre had just parked his car outside a hotel. He wasn't about to discuss adult problems in front of a child. "I'm out handling something. You should go to sleep."

Anya, sitting in the backseat, was covered in ointment. "Are you staying at the hotel tonight or going home, Andre?"

Andre looked back at her. "I'm heading home soon. You just get some rest, Anya. Call me if you need anything."

Mia, on the other end of the call, was furious. This friend's child was a girl!

In the middle of the night, he was booking a hotel room for a girl. Shouldn't she, as his wife, be there with him? Didn't he realize he should avoid any appearance of impropriety? Mia, already anxious and dealing with an imbalance of hormones due to her pregnancy, felt her heart pound irregularly. "Honey, which hotel are you at? Who was that just now?" "I'll explain when I get home," Andre replied.

As Anya stepped out of the car, she looked at Andre's phone. "Bye, Andre. Say hi to your wife and the little baby for me."

Andre nodded, watching Anya enter the hotel. Just as he was about to continue his conversation with his wife, he saw she had hung up. He chuckled and affectionately muttered, "My little firecracker."

He was on his way home and would be there shortly to explain things, so he didn't immediately call her back. Instead, he returned a call from Mr. Calder, who was anxiously awaiting news at home.

"Andre, how's Anya?" Mr. Calder's only daughter, Anya, was just eighteen and had insisted on attending Havenbrook University alone. She had just started her first year.

After a stressful orientation week, he received a late-night call from his daughter, who was tearfully telling him she was being bullied. He was in West Meadows, so it would take him the whole night to reach her. Suddenly, he thought of Andre.

So, Andre, who had just finished a shower and was getting ready to cuddle with his wife, received a call from Mr. Calder. "Andre, Anya's having some trouble at school. I can't make it right now. Can you help me out?"

Without asking any questions, Andre quickly changed and headed to the university to help Anya.

On the phone with Mr. Calder, Andre explained, "She had a fight with her roommates. She's got a few minor injuries, but I took her to the hospital. Just now, I dropped her off at the hotel."

Mr. Calder expressed his gratitude, "Andre, I can't thank you enough. Even if I took a private jet now, it would still take me over two hours to get there. I'm really grateful you were there." As Andre pulled into his driveway, he saw his nephew's sports car pulling out.

Andre asked, "Where are you headed this late, Leo?"

Leo, in his pajamas and yawning, looked at his uncle and then at the fiery dinosaur by his side. "He's back. Still going to catch him?"

Mia swung open the passenger door of Leo's car, ready to get out. But her large belly made it difficult to maneuver. "Leo, why did you buy this stupid sports car? I can't even get out."

"No shit, who told you to get so big belly?" As he finished his sentence, his shoulder was smacked by his angry aunt.

Andre chuckled and stepped out of his car, walking over to help his expectant wife out of the vehicle.

Under the dimly lit pathway of the Cedillo family's front yard, Mia, with her large belly, stood amidst the beautiful moonlit landscape. The half-lit street lamps cast a hazy glow on her dress. Her beautiful eyes were ablaze, and her expression was one of hurt. "Andre, where were you?"

Andre asked, "Were you about to go and catch me in the act?"

Mia nodded sternly, a serious expression on her face.

Andre couldn't help but laugh. His little Mia was still so young, so innocent. "I didn't cheat. My body, heart, and eyes are only for you," Andre declared.

Mia retorted, "But you disappeared for over two hours. That's enough time for you to..."

"Shut up," Andre silenced Mia, covering her mouth with his hand. "Nonsense."

Mia's mouth was covered, and her eyes began to well up, blinking back tears. Her nose twitched as she looked at him. It was a picture of pitiful innocence.

Andre quickly released his wife's mouth, wiping away her tears with a gentle hand. "Alright, darling, don't cry. It's Mr. Calder's daughter, Anya. She's just turned 18 and is a freshman at Havenbrook University. She had a falling out with her roommate and was bullied. Mr. Calder couldn't get there in time, so he asked me to check on her. In my heart, she's just like Leo. They're like my niece and nephew. There's no need to let your imagination run wild."

"But why didn't you explain this to me earlier? You've got me all worked up. I even thought about how I'd confront you," Mia cried out in a mixture of relief and irritation.

What husband would suddenly leave his pregnant wife at home to rush off and meet a young girl, without properly explaining the situation to his wife? Any wife would jump to conclusions in such a scenario.

Andre wiped the hot tears from the corners of his wife's eyes and handed the car keys to the security guard at the entrance, instructing him to drive the car back. He then took his wife's hand, leading her on a walk back home. Along the way, he cooed soothing words to his little wife, who was still simmering with jealousy.