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 a ripple of surprise among those

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,

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

one in the office to tend to his son, and Andre, with one arm holding the crying child, stepped out to

pink lips quivering, his face scrunched up in

driver will pick you up shortly. I won't be joining you back,

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

Cedillo family driver, 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

company, and the new receptionist had not recognized her, nearly

the secretaries greeted her. "Mrs. Cedillo, you're

her husband's office. As she opened the door, she was greeted

the midst of feeding his son formula when he saw Mia and paused, "Mia,

had drained any desire for shopping, and her maternal instincts surged. "Honey,

son from his father's arms. Upon seeing his mom, Charlie's pitiful cries began to subside. Having drunk only half the bottle, he cried again.