Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Little Charlie was snuggled up in Dad's arms, his tiny feet pressing down on Dad's shirt, his small hands resting on Dad's sturdy shoulders. After a good cry and a bout of fussing, he had settled down to bask in the sunlight, his eyes squinting in comfort.

Unbeknownst to him, his older brother Leo had taken a mental note to settle the score.

A meeting was about to start, and Leo reluctantly bowed to the assertiveness of his young uncle. He picked up the documents from the table, shot a glance at the culprit, Henry, and resignedly left the office.

Noah looked at Andre, hesitating to leave. "Mr. President, will you be joining the meeting remotely?"

Andre nodded in affirmation.

Understanding, Noah also exited the office.

Andre, cradling his son, moved to his desk, opened his laptop, and began to navigate with one hand. Little Charlie's eyes widened in curiosity at the sight of the object in his father's hands. It was as if he had discovered a new world, blinking in fascination, so much so that he forgot it was time for his bottle.

Soon, the screen of Andre's laptop displayed the conference room. Leaning back in his chair, with both arms around his son, he watched the proceedings. The little guy glanced curiously between the computer and his dad, his chubby face a picture of bewilderment, his inquisitive eyes seeking answers from his father.

Andre wrapped an arm around his son's head, hugging him close to his chest. "This is a computer, buddy. When you grow up and go to school, Dad will get you one."

long, Leo entered the conference room, and upon his arrival, everyone did a double take. Then, Noah pulled out the chair reserved for Andre, causing

Where was the president?

a look of steely resolve mirroring Andre's to a striking degree, stepped forward. Noah explained to the side, "This is Leo Cedillo, Andre's nephew. The president is unable to attend the meeting in person today, so Leo will be taking his place." After the brief explanation, everyone had a hunch, well aware that Andre's son had come to the office that day. Surely, the president wouldn't skip the meeting just to take care of his son? Amid the speculations, no one dared

your concerns, but let's let the facts do the talking." Little Charlie, struggling to keep his head turned towards the screen, eventually grew tired and turned back to nestle against his father's chest. Within minutes, his

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his face scrunched up in distress. Having not seen his gorgeous mom all morning,

shortly. I won't be joining you back, I'm too preoccupied with the image of my son's crying face and

one's child for even a

to first drop Mia off at Cedillo Inc. Arriving at the base of Cedillo Inc., Mia strode

new receptionist had not

greeted her. "Mrs.

she opened the door, she

midst of feeding his son formula when he saw Mia and paused, "Mia, I thought you were out enjoying your day.

had drained any desire for shopping, and her

his father's arms. Upon seeing his mom, Charlie's pitiful cries began to subside. Having drunk only half the bottle, he cried again. Mia, heartbroken, lifted her son, kissing his cheek, "Sweetheart, next time