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."

upon his arrival, everyone did a double take. Then, Noah pulled out the chair reserved for Andre, causing a ripple of surprise

Where was the president?

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

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

with one arm holding the crying child, stepped out to prepare a bottle in the break room. The cluster of secretaries in the executive office were

lips quivering, his face scrunched up in distress. Having not seen his gorgeous mom all morning, he was longing

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

motherhood, understood the heartache of being apart from one's child for even a brief period. "We've shopped enough. The driver will

instructed to fetch Naomi, was told by her to first drop Mia off at Cedillo Inc. Arriving at the base of Cedillo Inc., Mia strode right in. The receptionist, ready to intercept, was stopped by a colleague

receptionist had not recognized her, nearly

arrival, the secretaries greeted her.

to her husband's office. As she opened the door, she was greeted by Charlie's wails, each cry more piercing than the

saw Mia and paused, "Mia, I thought you were out enjoying your day. What brings you

shopping, and

half the bottle, he cried again. Mia, heartbroken, lifted her son, kissing his cheek,