Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance
Chapter 171

The guy who just found out she was married was struck dumb, rooted to the spot.

Mia didn't give a damn about his reaction. She moved to a quieter spot, waiting for her hubby.

Waiting was a bore, but since she was waiting for her dear heart, she was full of anticipation.

She waited. The passengers of the same flight had all come out, but her husband hadn't shown up.

At the parking lot, Leo had this nagging feeling he forgot something.

Suddenly, it hit him. "Mia wouldn't be waiting at the regular arrivals gate, would she?"

Andre took the VIP exit. If Mia was waiting at the regular arrivals gate, she'd be waiting but couldn't find him.

The thing Leo just remembered, Andre had already figured out.

After exiting the VIP entrance, Andre found that his surprise-plotting wife was nowhere in sight.

He turned back towards the regular exit of the airport.

Sure enough.

The woman scanning the crowd was actually his wife.

Andre knew at a glance, Mia had never received anyone at the airport before.

He approached her from behind, discreetly clearing his throat.

Mia looked left and right, but didn't spot anyone. Finally, she turned around and looked straight into a pair of familiar eyes.

He was smiling down at her, watching his wife who was looking for him.

"Honey-" Mia shouted, then flung herself into his arms, hugging his waist tightly.

Those who were trying to hit on Mia earlier all turned to look at the man.

Andre set down his suitcase, embracing his wife.

He lowered his head. Mia stood on tiptoes, bringing her face up to his for a kiss.

"You're here," Andre said, smiling at his wife.

Mia replied with a grin, "Honey, I'm the only one picking you up today."

Feigning surprise, Andre played along with Mia's anticipation. "All by yourself? You can drive? Or did you take a taxi?"

Mia couldn't help being happy. She said excitedly, "I really drove here myself! I know you've always wanted me to learn to drive, to drive myself to school in the morning instead of riding with Leo. So while you were away, I was seriously practicing every day. I can hit the road now. If you don't believe me, come with me to the parking lot! I'll show you~"

Andre gently stroked Mia's hair, then took her hand and said, "Alright. Let's go check out your progress. If you pass, I'll take you car shopping tomorrow."

Excited, Mia led Andre towards the exit.

Andre's gaze lingered on his wife who seemed somewhat different today. She seemed... gentler than usual.

Usually, she was like a child, full of girly charm.

But today, she looked like a mature and gentle woman, with a seductive air about her.

Andre eyed his lovely wife from top to toe. He swallowed hard.

Mia had already spotted the satisfied look in her husband's eyes. She was also quite pleased with her makeup today. Her hair was loose, the ends slightly curled, giving off a gentle and elegant vibe.

Now she truly embodied the charm of a married woman.

Holding hands, they rode the elevator down to the underground parking lot.

Mia started walking ahead.

She scanned the rows of license plates, "Weird... where did I park the car?"

Andre was a bit uneasy. "Mia, did you note down the parking spot number when you parked?"

His question left Mia a little flustered.

"What number?"

Her counter-question left her husband dumbfounded.

Andre seemed to have an inkling of what was going on.

He stood in the middle of the parking lot, taking a sweeping glance. There were at least three hundred cars on this floor alone.

If they had to check each one, their date today would surely go down the drain.

Mia was planning to drive for him, to make him happy.

At this moment, she was like a child who had done something wrong, standing beside Andre with her head down, "Honey, I don't know where I parked the car... I didn't pay attention to my surroundings when I got out of the car, I went straight to find you." Andre didn't blame her. He believed it was all because Mia was too eager to see him.

"It's alright. I don't have anything planned today, I can accompany you to find the car. While we're at it, you can take a look at all these cars and see which one you like. Anything you like, I'll order it right away, and we can pick it up tomorrow." Mia felt he was spoiling her too much. This made her feel a bit guilty.

True to his word, Andre patiently strolled through the parking lot with her.

In this stuffy, unventilated environment, his patience was truly commendable.

"Mia, do you like this car?" He was even seriously picking out cars for her.

Mia was seriously looking for the car she drove here.

Suddenly, Mia spotted the Volkswagen logo. She pointed excitedly at the car, "I found it!"

She pulled out her car keys, ready to unlock the car, but the car didn't respond to her key.

"Ah? Is the key broken?"

Mia walked up to the car. She bent over, peered through the window at the interior, then frowned, "No, this isn't our car. The interior of our car isn't like this."

Andre glanced at the license plate. He remembered they didn't have this car.

"Mia, which car did you drive here?"

Mia replied, "The Phaeton. It just got fixed yesterday."

Andre asked patiently again, "Do you remember the license plate number of that car?"

Mia pursed her lips, her expression telling her husband the answer.

Andre was in trouble.

His Kittemia not only forgot where she parked, she couldn't even remember the license plate number.

"The license plate number is four 8s. Remember this time?" Andre said.

Mia nodded.

"Honey, that car just now really looked like ours..."

Andre wrapped his arm around her and they continued the search.

Every time they saw a sports car, Andre would ask her, "Do you like it?"

Mia shook her head, "Sports cars are too low. I can't see the road when I'm sitting in one."

"Uh huh, I see." Andre took mental note.

They spent almost forty minutes on the first floor of the parking lot.

Leo sat on the third basement floor. He didn't need to think to know the couple must be looking for their car.

Hansen figured they would need more time to reach the third basement, so he opened the car door, got out, and started doing his exercises.

"One two three four five six seven eight, once more, one two three four five six seven eight..."

Hansen was counting the beats for himself, hopping around the parking lot.

Leo glanced at the time. Andre's plane had been on the ground for an hour and twenty minutes already.

He decided to do something nice.