Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Leo sighed, "The little guy just kept bawling. He wouldn't take his bottle at all."

Andre looked at his son's tear-streaked face, feeling each sob like a punch to the heart. The baby's cries weren't just tugging at his heartstrings; they were practically yanking them out. He fell silent for a moment, then continued to slowly feed his son with the bottle.

"You go ahead and work."

The little one cried for a while, exhausted himself, and with the pacifier in his mouth, he began to hum and haw, finally sucking a bit more vigorously.

Seeing the tot finally taking his bottle and quieting down, Leo left the office, reassured.

After the baby was fed, Andre walked around the room with him. When his son's bright eyes fixed on him, Andre whispered softly, "What are you looking at Daddy for, huh?" "Mmm!"

Andre engaged in a warm-hearted chat with his son, "Bringing you to the office and you make sure everyone knows you're here with those tears. Imagine, when you're running the show here one day, everyone's gonna remember the 'little boss' first visit was marked by a crying concert. Wouldn't that be embarrassing?"

The little one didn't know whether to be embarrassed or not; all he knew was he hadn't seen Mommy all day.

Later, the baby fell asleep.

When Andre tried to put him down on the couch to get back to work, the little one puckered his lips in protest. Resigned, Andre decided to hold him instead.

lay the baby down, he'd

son was strong-willed, and in the end, he just held him while

Andre realized he couldn't get

in his arms, "Is it this tiring for Mia at home

peacefully in his father's embrace, kept his face

called her husband to check in, "Honey, is our son giving you

being an

taking his formula? Don't

took some,

put him down

sleeps. Go enjoy yourself, no need to worry

fine without her, just

careful not to make a sound. "Boss, the overseas division just sent their numbers; sales are down by five percent from last quarter. Looks like the Walker family is

the overseas division on a call. We'll have a senior management meeting in an

the disruption a crying baby could cause in a meeting. "He can't come." Leo, who had just arrived, chimed in, "Uncle, why don't I stay and

on immersing himself in business discussions. Even though he was capable, he'd rather avoid it if possible. Andre gazed at his son, his little body warmed by the winter sun, nestled against his chest. His paternal instincts melted. "Leo will

shot up from his seat, protesting,