Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance
Chapter 559

Andre probed again, and Molly swiftly retorted, "Come on, everyone knows your wife loves money."

Andre was well aware, but cash wasn't cutting it this time. So he tried a different angle, "What about a gift?"

It took Jade, racking her brain, to come up with that suggestion.

...

The little tyke was full from his bottle and started getting fussy, not drinking properly, craning his neck to get a better view of the gossip his parents were engrossed in.

Andre noticed Mia's interest in the crystal glass but realized she was too proud to examine it in front of him.

So, he made an excuse to leave the bedroom, "I need to sort out some work in the study."

Mia nodded, feigning indifference.

No sooner had he left than she plopped the baby on the bed and quickly unwrapped the gift box, pulling out the finely crafted crystal glass. She pondered over it in her hands, "Buddy, your dad didn't get swindled, did he?" The little one cooed in response.

"What's so pricey about this thing?" Mia was puzzled.

A glass with a fancy name, "crystal glass," and they dare put a two-thousand-dollar price tag on it.

Mrs. Cedillo made a call to Molly from the Byrne family, seeking clarification, "Molly, what's this glass you recommended to Andre? Could drinking from it make you immortal or something? It's so expensive." "???"

Mia relayed the situation to her best friend, "It's just a glass, no diamonds, no gold trim. I can't see what's so special about it."

"Mia, did it ever occur to you that maybe Andre hasn't installed that anti-scam app?"

Molly swore she only mentioned a glass, not a brand name.

Mia replied, "...I'll download it for him tonight."

Studying the pale lavender hue of the glass, Mia figured it would look pretty with an aroma stone inside.

Since her best friend hadn't made the recommendation, Mia guessed based on what she knew of her husband's character. He probably wanted to get her the very best of everything, even a glass. Remembering the start of their conflict was related to the issue with Molly, Mia inquired with genuine concern, "How are things at the Byrne family?"

"Chad's dragging me to look at wedding dresses."

Mia deadpanned, "Could your Chad be any more intense?"

"He is. He went and ordered the kind of engagement ring a man can only pick out once in his life, from that fancy brand."

Mia was once again at a loss for words.

Molly sought updates too, "Mia, how's the atmosphere at home these days?"

"Pretty sour."

Molly immediately understood her best friend was hinting for her to keep the peace at the Byrne household, "Thanks." "Don't mention it."

After the call, Mia looked at the glass again, still mystified.

The little one flailed and kicked for a while before tiring himself out and dozing off.

The gift hadn't made a big impact; the angry still brooded, but Mia was slightly more amiable than a few days ago.

Yet, the discord at home continued to weigh on Andre's heart.

At a social gathering, Andre bumped into his father-in-law and decided to seek his advice about his temperamental wife. After all, who could know her better than her own parents?

"Dad, is Mia's temper always this... tricky?"

Knowing his daughter well, Aaron asked directly, "Did you upset her?"

With an embarrassed nod, Andre confessed, "I said something wrong. I've tried money, gifts, and she's been cold for days."

"What did you say to her?"

Andre coughed lightly, "I called her 'childish' for still acting like a mom, and ever since, everything I do annoys her, and she keeps using 'childish' to get back at me."

Aaron nodded in understanding, "Oh, Mia is teaching you a lesson. If she forgives you too easily this time, you'll do it again. She's making sure you know she's not to be trifled with, so you'll think twice before speaking carelessly. Just like your mom, I get the cold shoulder for days for any slip-up. The apple doesn't fall far from the tree. Go home, apologize sincerely. Don't just go through the motions; reflect on what you did wrong."

Andre took the advice to heart and contemplated his wife's grievances.

Back home, he closed the door behind him.

The little one needed a bath, and Andre joined Mia in the bathroom to help bathe their chubby bundle.

Naked and plump, the baby was nestled in his special tub.

Andre rehearsed his words internally before finally mustering the courage to speak. "Mia, about calling you childish, that was on me."

Mia continued her task, silently scooping water to wash the baby's belly.

"I was in a bad mood, worried about Molly and Chad moving too fast, looking at it as an overprotective brother, but I ignored that you were considering it as Molly's friend. I shouldn't have called you childish; you have your views, and I shouldn't have made it about you being a mother."

Mia kept her head down, her arms wet from the warm bathwater as she gently washed the baby's thighs.

"You're a perfect mom and an outstanding wife. Without you behind me, I wouldn't be where I am today. Without you caring for our son, he wouldn't be thriving. My peace of mind and his happiness are all because of you.

I was irresponsible with my words before. That 'childish' comment negated all your efforts. While others were studying or enjoying their youth, you were confined to home, putting your education on hold. While they lived their lives freely, you were here, bearing and raising our child, keeping the home fires burning for me.

Risking your body changing, your skin bearing marks, your immunity dropping, enduring the pain of childbirth... all for our child. And yet, you willingly wait for me every day, your vibrant spirit tempered, the food-loving girl learning to restrain for our child..."

Mia's hands stopped moving in the water as tears dropped into the basin. She didn't look up, her nose tingling with emotion.

Little Timmy watched the entire scene with intense focus, his tiny frame completely absorbed in the unfolding drama.

"Honey, I messed up," Dad admitted, his voice laced with genuine regret.

In an instant, Mia's composure crumbled. With a surge of hurt feelings, she lifted her arm and buried her face in the crook of her pajama sleeve, her eyes now shielded from view. Soft sobs escaped her as she tried to hide her tears. Dad, abandoning his bath-time duties with little Timmy in the tub, reached out with damp hands to embrace his crying sweetheart, Mia.

"I shouldn't have spoken to you like that," he whispered, his tone a mix of apology and comfort.