It’s Hard To Control My Naughty Wife!

"What do you want? Aren't you the one who has disappeared from Kia's life? Why are you only looking for her now?" Keira asked, her eyes fixed on Misha Tordoff, showing her distaste for the man.

Keira was indeed the type of person who said clearly what was on her mind and didn't hold back at all. She was indeed surprised and flabbergasted to find out who Mika's father was, but that didn't mean she would lose her mind just because of that.

After all, she didn't know Misha very well. Yes, this guy's image out there was really good, but she didn't know him personally, did he?

If this man was really a good person, there was no way he would just leave Kia and their child. Especially when Kia would rather live a very miserable life together with her child than have to tell this man.

"I am the one questioning you here, not the other way around," Misha confirmed, but unfortunately, Keira snorted and turned around while looking at Misha very fiercely.

"It's up to you what you want to say, but if you expect to get information from me, then you are wrong, I won't give you any information," Keira said coldly, then she walked out of the balcony stairs on the emergency stairs and walked back to the stairs that would lead her to the room, where Kia had put Mika to sleep, leaving Misha alone there, spending his time smoking a cigarette.

Misha squinted at the blue sky and the clouds that looked very soft and white, somehow he felt melancholic now and couldn't think straight.

The sound of Mika's crying kept ringing in his ears and the way Kia calmed her down also didn't seem like the first time they had to deal with a doctor.

Mika seemed frightened when she saw several doctors and nurses who surrounded her earlier and her cries became even louder. What actually happened to his daughter? Was the illness more severe than Misha thought?

Misha couldn't think straight. He then threw away his cigarette butt on the floor and stepped on it to put out the fire before he walked into the hospital building again and headed straight for the specialist's room he had arranged.

He couldn't face Mika, he didn't want to see the little girl cry, because she felt uncomfortable. He couldn't see her face twisting in pain again.

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"Are you okay?" Keira asked as she walked into the inpatient room and only found Kia there, her head on the side of the bed, holding Mika's little hand, while the girl was fast asleep.

Slowly, Kia raised her head and looked at Keira who was dragging a chair to the side of Kia's chair and then rubbed her shoulders.

It was clear how tired Kia was now. The dark bags under her eyes were clearly visible and her tired eyes seemed to reflect that she could fall asleep at any given moment now.

"I am fine," she said in a slightly hoarse voice and then glanced at Mika who was sleeping soundly. "The doctor also added sleeping medicine in her injection earlier, so she can sleep soundly, so her body can rest and recover faster. Where have you been?"

This time, Kia looked at Keira with more solemn eyes and then glanced at the door, confirming that there were only the two of them in the room.

"Is that man causing trouble to you?" Kia asked worriedly. She had guessed it right seeing how Keira reacted when she mentioned Misha.

Keira first sighed heavily, and then lowered her head, looking at Kia with eyes that were still a little annoyed.

"I don't know, but I think that guy lacks sympathy." Keira tried to find the right words to describe Misha.

And lack of sympathy according to Kia was the right parable to describe Misha. "I can understand that."

Keira nodded her head, agreeing with what Kia said, but then she smiled meaningfully. "But why didn't you tell me that Mika's father is Misha Tordoff?! Damn girl! You got yourself a loaded man!"

Kia just laughed softly when she heard a comment like that, because Keira was used to having her own opinion, but that didn't mean she would have her eyes on Misha, because she had fallen head over heels with her fiancé.

And even if Keira went after Misha, Kia thought it wouldn't be a problem at all. She didn't have any feelings for the man now.

What she felt four years ago was really some mixed up shit, which could make you unable to feel anything anymore.

"Well, I seem to have forgotten that part," Kia said lightly, she then gently stroked Mika's face and kissed her both cheeks. There were tear marks there and now Kia was using a dampened tissue to wipe them off.

She didn't care about Misha, but if he could make Mika healthier, she had no problem paying for this hospital and getting their daughter the best care.

Keira then accompanied Kia for a while, but she couldn't be there for the whole day because she had work to do and moreover, she had a date with her fiancé tonight.

"It's okay, go home first, I'll catch up with you later," Kia said with a smile. "Maybe I'll go home when Mika wakes up and her condition improves."

And with that, Keira went out of the hospital ward and found Misha standing beside the door, as if waiting for her to come out of the room.

At first, Keira wanted to reprimand him and apologize for the outburst earlier, but when she saw the man's cold face, Keira immediately shoved her intention away and chose to leave instead, because she didn't want to get involved any further with this man.

And Keira's instinct was right when she thought that Misha was waiting for her to come out of the room, because when she turned she saw Misha entering the room before closing it behind him slowly.

What actually happened between the two of them?

Meanwhile, in the room, Misha walked over to Kia and sat on the chair that was occupied by Keira earlier.

Misha was grateful that Mika was sleeping now, her sleeping face was so cute. Maybe this was a biased judgment because Mika was his daughter, but he found that this little girl was the most beautiful and adorable little girl he had ever met.

Not only that, Misha could tell that this little girl was quite intelligent for her age.

"What things does she like?" Misha asked in a low voice. He wanted to buy a present for his daughter.

He had prepared a special room for Mika and put all the toys he had bought there, but he didn't know what colors this girl would like and what kind of decorations she would like.

Did she like minimalist decor? Monochrome? Or one that had a theme?

Misha imagined this as if he was asking for a grown up girl's taste in decoration...

"You don't need to know about that," Kia said in a tired voice, because she was sleep deprived and feeling very stressed and the last thing she needed was to talk and confront Misha.

Kia just wanted to make sure Mika was okay.

"Is it not a good time for us to talk?" Misha asked. He then looked at Kia who was now looking back at him fiercely, with dark bags adorning her eyes. He actually cowered when she let out a low grunt. "I don't think this is the right time."

Misha frowned and then there was a knock on the door which made him go and take a look, while Kia didn't really care about what was going on around her, while she rested her head on the side of the bed holding Mika's hand.

The image of her little girl in pain kept flashing in her eyes and she wouldn't be able to forget Mika's every cry every time she needed an injection.

Then, just as Kia was about to fall asleep from exhaustion, she felt a tap on her shoulder which brought her back to her senses.

She didn't know that she almost fell asleep even though she only closed her eyes for a few seconds.

"I bought you breakfast, I thought you hadn't eaten this morning," Misha said while holding up an expensive-looking take out bag, which contained the food he ordered. "Come and eat."

"No," Kia refused him outright. She then tried to turn her head back down, but Misha tapped her on the shoulder again. "You have to eat first, if you want to sleep, there is a room where you can sleep."

Misha pointed to one of the doors. As it turned, there was one more room for a companion in this VVIP room.

"But you have to eat first, otherwise you'll get sick," said Misha in a very patient voice, even though Kia was currently staring at him very fiercely.

"I don't want to eat anything," said Kia. She was the type of person who would skip meals when she was sleepy. She would rather sleep than eat. "I'll sleep here for a bit."

However, when Kia was about to close her eyes again, Misha tapped her on the shoulder again and woke her up again.

"What now?!" Kia snapped fiercely, because this man was bothering her again and she could see how surprised Misha was when he heard Kia raise her voice.

This must be the first time for him to be yelled at by someone.