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."

conference room, and upon his arrival, everyone did a double take. Then, Noah pulled out the

Where was the president?

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 to question further. From the large screen, some international participants asked Noah in English, "Only the president is fully apprised of the international matters. We haven't seen this young man before. Does he understand

with the data than my uncle. I understand your concerns, but let's let the facts do the talking." Little Charlie,

Andre, 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 dumbfounded. Was this the same

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

"Naomi, the driver will pick you up shortly. I won't be joining you back, I'm

motherhood, understood the heartache of being apart from one's child for even a brief period. "We've shopped enough. The driver will take you to Andre's company first," Naomi

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

had been to the company, and the new receptionist had not recognized her, nearly intercepting the wrong person. Mia took the executive elevator

greeted her. "Mrs. Cedillo, you're

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

saw Mia and paused, "Mia, I thought you were out enjoying your

her son crying had drained any desire for shopping, and her maternal instincts surged. "Honey, my heart aches

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