It’s Hard To Control My Naughty Wife!

Misha didn't know how he should face Kia, because he had never been in a serious relationship before and all he had ever been through were short, meaningless relationships.

If only persuading Kia was as easy as snagging a project or chairing an important meeting, then the problem would have been solved by now, but it wasn't that easy.

There were many things that Misha didn't understand, starting from his difficulty reading Kia's emotions, where he couldn't use the same methods to make her do what he wanted.

This was a new field that Misha had never ventured into before, therefore, he had a hard time dealing with a hellbent Kia like this.

Richard said that he had to show concern for Kia to melt her heart, therefore, knowing that she hadn't eaten because she left too early, he bought her a breakfast she might like.

However, this woman was actually angry with him.

"Want anything else?!" Kia snapped fiercely, because Misha was bothering her again and she could see how surprised Misha was when he heard Kia raise her voice. His forehead furrowed deeply.

This was the first time for him to be yelled at by someone other than his parents. No one else would treat him like this.

And this made Misha even more confused.

"You haven't had breakfast, I want you to have breakfast first." Misha put the breakfast he bought earlier on the table. "You have to take care of your health first if you want to take care of Mika."

In a way, Misha's words had some truth to them, but for now, Kia wasn't in the mood to hear such words.

Kia then closed her eyes, she felt her chest tighten as she held back her annoyance, but she didn't want to create a scene in this room, while their child was still lying sick and might wake up when she heard the noises they made.

Therefore, she took a deep breath and calmed herself because it seemed she was too carried away with her emotions. She then glanced at the breakfast that was on the table.

"You haven't had breakfast either, have you?" Kia said. She then let go of Mika's hand and took the food bag and brought it to the table in the middle of this room. "We can eat together."

After saying this, Kia sat down on the sofa and opened the box of food on the table. There were four boxes. One of the boxes contained rice, the second one contained vegetables, the third contained meat and the fourth had side dishes in it.

This food looked simple and not too overwhelming, but looking at the restaurant logo printed on the plastic alone, she could confirm that the taste of this food would be exceptional.

"It's only enough for one person, you can eat it yourself." Misha didn't feel like eating. He didn't have an appetite when he saw his daughter lying sick, but it didn't occur to him that Kia also felt the same way.

But, Kia glared at him. "You think I can finish all of this?" she asked sharply.

Misha was about to say something, but when he saw the look on Kia's face, he could tell that this woman was very angry and according to the advice Richard gave him when a woman was angry, you should just shut up and do what they wanted.

Therefore, Misha just let it go when Kia split the rice and meat in half, making two boxes for the two of them, because she had no desire to go to the cabinet and get an extra plate.

Kia only ate because she didn't want to get sick too, since she had to take care of Mika. And after all, dividing by two like this would be a lot more practical.

"Here," Kia said as she handed a box to Misha and handed him a spoon while she took the fork. She cursed why this famous restaurant had only provided one set of cutlery.

But then, Misha took the fork in Kia's hand and gave the spoon she had given him earlier instead.

Kia wanted to protest, but then she restrained herself, because there was no point in doing so either. Therefore, instead of fussing over unnecessary things, she decided to just eat her breakfast.

On the other hand, Misha didn't say anything and started eating his food too.

But, in the end, neither of the two of them ate more than five mouthfuls of their food. No matter how delicious the food was, their tongues felt numb. They simply couldn't taste anything anymore.

With that, Kia put down her food and walked to Mika's side again. She then fell asleep beside her daughter, while Misha watched over the woman.

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"I'll pick you up for the next check-up schedule," Misha said after he took Kia back to her apartment.

Mika's condition improved after she was hospitalized all day and was allowed to go home the next day, but Misha forbade it and wanted Mika to continue taking treatment.

It was just that Kia insisted otherwise while Mika didn't seem to like being in the hospital for long periods of time, so with a very heavy heart, Misha agreed to take Mika home.

"You don't have to do that," Kia said in a tired voice. She then sat on the sofa and looked at the man in front of her.

At this hour, Keira must be in her room, listening to the two of them chat, given the thin walls of the room.

Actually, Kia didn't want to bring Misha into their apartment, but earlier he was forced to hold Mika who had fallen asleep, while Kia, who felt her body was too tired to carry her daughter, intended to wake her up, but Misha forbade her to do so.

And now, Mika was sleeping soundly in their room.

From the expression Misha showed when he saw the room she was in, Kia could tell that he didn't agree with the decor of the place, but wisely he didn't say anything and Kia appreciated it, as she didn't want to hear any criticism from this man about how she raised her daughter.

"Of course it's necessary, Mika is my daughter," said Misha bluntly.

Kia glared at Misha, she then narrowed her eyes when she heard those words. "Do you have proof that she is your daughter?" she asked. "Your name isn't even on the birth certificate."

Misha stuttered when he heard this. Of course he knew that his name wasn't on Mika's birth certificate, but hearing Kia say it directly made him frown.

There was an uncomfortable feeling he felt rising within him, one he couldn't name or know how to express.

"If that's the case, we can do a DNA test now. I can call someone to do it right now," Misha provided a solution. Wasn't that an easy thing?

But, then, Kia became very angry. "I don't want her to be examined any more."

"It wasn't a checkup, it was just a smack on the cheek," Misha said in an even tone, but he was getting more and more uneasy when he saw the expression on Kia, especially her eyes that flashed with anger.

Why was she this angry?

"I refuse it," said Kia firmly. She then stood up and folded her arms in front of her chest while looking intently at Misha.

It had been a long time since Misha had been stared at by someone like this, he felt like a child who had done something wrong.

"I thank you for your help today, but go home now, I hope this is our last meeting," Kia said firmly. She nodded toward the door and then continued in a tone softer than before, sounding tired. "Go home, Misha."

"I don't want this to be our last meeting," Misha replied. He didn't even get up from his seat. "How can you tell me to go home when you haven't even served me a drink? Aren't those basic manners?"

At this point, Misha didn't know what he was talking about, but he had to come up with an excuse that would let him stay here a little longer, because maybe by then, Kia would be calmer and be able to talk to him better.

But, on the other hand, Kia stared at him in disbelief at what she had just heard. How could he ask for a drink and talk about manners in a situation like this?

"It's quite a journey from the hospital to here," Misha said again because he didn't get the reaction he wanted from Kia.

"You had your driver come over earlier." On their way back, Misha called his driver, which made the situation a bit awkward as they had to sit side by side with Mika between the two of them.

"But, I need a drink." Misha coaxed, half-forcing, because at this point, he couldn't back down anymore and change his excuses suddenly.

Kia wanted to nag because it sounded absurd, but then she remembered that Misha had helped her and put Mika in the best care possible, so a glass of water and sparing ten minutes of her time didn't seem like a hard thing to do, did it?

At that, Kia walked toward the kitchen and poured a glass of cold water in a glass and gave it to Misha.

"There are no other drinks here."

"This is enough," said Misha, taking the glass from Kia's hand. "Can we talk now?"

Kia knew that she couldn't avoid this anymore either, so it was better to just face it, right?