It’s Hard To Control My Naughty Wife!

"Can we talk now?" Misha asked her the same question yet again since the first time they met.

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

Therefore, with a heavy heart, she then looked at Misha and took a deep breath. "What do you want to talk about?" she asked.

Yes. What exactly did Misha want to talk about? Richard advised him to talk to her, but he himself didn't know where to start, and therefore, he was very confused as to what he should tell Kia.

There were many things he wanted to ask and say, but how to say them?

"I want us to make arrangements for our child," said Misha at last.

"What do you mean arrangements for our child?" Kia asked with narrowed eyes.

Later, Misha explained what he meant by arrangements, how he would meet her later and how the school fees and other things related to Mika would be dealt with by him.

He wanted to transfer Mika to the best school there was, take her on trips to places she'd never been and buy her everything she wanted.

Misha planned to throw a party for the little girl and buy her whatever she wanted.

The longer Kia heard this, the darker her expression became. She pressed her lips into a thin line, whereupon she gritted her teeth to contain her emotions.

What was really going on in Misha's mind? How could he have such a way of thinking?

"What makes you so sure that Mika is your daughter?" she asked. She didn't say it out loud, but it was very clear that she wanted to say that Misha was not Mika's father.

"If you still refuse, we can do a test now."

"I never allowed you to do any tests on her."

"Then she is my daughter," Misha summed it up casually. Because what else was the reason for Kia to refuse it?

Hearing this, Kia became very angry. Maybe it was because of the side effects of not getting enough sleep and not getting enough rest, or maybe it was because she didn't have the patience for Misha anymore, but for sure, right now Kia wanted the man in front of her to leave this place.

"Go back to your house. You're not needed here," Kia said in a calm voice, but that didn't mean the situation wasn't serious. In fact, the calmer she was, the angrier she was.

"I want to discuss my daughter's future," said Misha. He couldn't possibly let his child be left in an unfit daycare like that. He didn't want Mika not to get what she deserved.

"You don't need to discuss Mika's future, because you won't be in it," Kia said sarcastically. She then stood up and faced Misha coldly.

This time, Kia took the initiative to walk to the door before opening it for him, asking Misha to go outside rather directly.

Seeing this gesture, Misha knew that he couldn't stay there for long and couldn't persuade Kia to talk to him either.

Thus, Misha walked outside and just as he had stepped outside, the door behind her closed and there was the sound of the door being locked.

Misha turned his body and took a step back, staring at the closed door, his forehead furrowed in displeasure.

It was the first time he had been kicked out of someone's house and his presence was not expected.

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"Oh," Richard complained, he lightly slapped himself on the forehead when he heard everything that Misha recounted. "Sir, you shouldn't have said something like that right away…" he complained again.

"What should I say then?" Misha asked with furrowed brows. He sat behind the desk and leaned his back against the back of the chair, staring at Richard fiercely because he didn't speak more clearly, so he could sort things out with Kia as soon as possible.

Or at least that was what Misha had in mind, because this man's way of thinking was so practical.

"I'm talking about our child's future, isn't that something important? The two of them won't live in hardship anymore."

And then, Richard again reminded Misha of his previous advice, where he told himself if Kia wanted to come back to him, then she would have come back to him at the start. But the girl simply chose not to.

Misha had to stop trying to attract Kia by giving gifts or relying on his money alone.

Of course, Richard put the words together much better than this, because otherwise Misha would have kicked him out of the room by now.

"You didn't tell me what I was supposed to say," Misha protested, glaring fiercely at Richard, as if frustrated by this man's incompetence.

If only Richard could answer that, then he would have shouted at Misha that he wasn't a marriage consultant!

Unfortunately, he had worked too long for the Tordoffs and he didn't want to do things that would lead to his early retirement.

"You have to start by asking how she is feeling first, sir, how she is and how is their life situation now," said Richard giving an example.

"I just came from the hospital, of course I know the condition of the two of them and I also know their life situation from the report you gave, so why should I ask something I already know for sure?" Misha asked confusedly and this really made Richard want to boil all his reports and make Misha drink it like a cup of coffee.

Because that was not what he meant...

It was safe to say that his point had some truth to it, but the context was very different this time and Misha should be able to read the situation better.

Richard knew that Misha wasn't very smart in this aspect, but he just realized that his boss was very superficial.

How could he talk about that the first time they spoke?

"But you still have to ask," Richard said patiently, while Misha really didn't have any idea at all about all of this. "Ms. Kia would not know if you knew that, right?

Misha frowned disapprovingly. For him, why ask what he already knew just for the sake of prolonging a conversation? He was not there to make small talk.

"Then, what should I do now?" Misha asked. He didn't want to dwindle any longer with this topic that brought his plans down.

Richard then thought for a moment.

"How about you start in the most classic way possible?" said Richard with a cheerful face, he looked at Misha with eyes sparkling with enthusiasm.

"Classic way?" Misha asked in a voice that sounded disbelieving. He tilted his head to look at Richard questioningly. "What do you mean by classic way?"

Richard then walked a little closer to Misha, and said excitedly. "How about you start by sending flowers?" he said, trying to suggest a solution.

"Flowers?" Misha wrinkled his nose.

"Yes, usually women like flowers, most women like flowers." Richard became even more excited to explain this.

"Have you ever given flowers to a woman?" Misha asked and then glared at Richard, wanting to see if this man had done it himself or not.

"Ah, that…" Richard scratched his head uncomfortably, he couldn't say he'd ever done this, but he certainly heard this from a lot of people. Most of them would say that, right?

However, because Richard didn't explain further, Misha's eyes grew sharper.

And to save himself, Richard shifted Misha's focus by adding another suggestion, which he felt would be much more effective. "And chocolates too. Usually small children really like chocolates, no child will refuse when given chocolate."

However, the theory quickly proved incorrect the next day because at that time, Misha got a direct call from Kia, which left him speechless.

Misha was quite shocked when he heard how the woman lashed out at her. In fact, four years ago, when they met for the first time, Misha always had the view that Kia was a gentle woman, who wouldn't even raise her voice when she was angry.

But, what was this…

"Richard!" Misha exclaimed with a darkened face. He looked at her personal assistant with a look as if he was going to kill him and this left the man stunned, wondering what he had done to make this man this angry.

"Yes?" Richard asked hesitantly.

This time they were back in the same position as yesterday, where Misha sat in his chair staring at Richard fiercely, while the man looked scared, because Misha was not usually like this.

"Your classic ways just added to my problems!" said Misha with very real annoyance. He got up from his seat and walked toward Richard.

Richard's first instinct was to raise his hands, because he felt that if Misha got close, his boss would beat him to a pulp.

"What is it? What really happened?" Richard asked confusedly. He took two steps back and Misha only stopped approaching him when his back hit the wall behind him.

"Kia called me and she was furious because her apartment is now full of flowers!" Misha did contact Kia, sending a message to be more precise, to let her know that he sent her something. But she called to scold him immediately out of anger instead.

"Full of flowers?" Richard frowned, he was trying to understand the situation. "How many flowers have you sent?" he asked suspiciously.

"One shop!"

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