Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

If resistance was the plan, Andre knew it could easily backfire. But if it was simply a distaste for the corporate world, he had the patience to gently guide his nephew. Mia listened to her husband without immediately responding.

Suddenly, Leo and Anya barged back into Andre's office, wordlessly snatching the baby from Mia's arms. "No need to thank us, we'll take care of the little one for you." With that, they left with the baby in tow.

Watching Leo's retreating figure, Mia mused, "It's hard to pin down what Leo's thinking. Let's give it some more time. He might be reliable, but he's still immature in his actions." Andre nodded in agreement. This wasn't something they could rush.

Leo, carrying the baby, ventured down to the outdoor patio to enjoy the view.

Anya clung to Leo, eager to hold the baby. "Chad, let me hold him for a bit."

Leo, cradling his milk-scented little brother, countered, "You won't be able to handle his weight. Just play with him, that's enough."

The garden's jonquils were on the brink of blooming, with a few already showing their colors.

Leo, familiar with every corner of the company, casually took the boss's baby out during work hours to admire the flowers in the garden, enjoying a tranquil moment.

The baby curiously turned his head, taking in the blossoming flowers and the large fountain spraying water.

Passing employees cast curious glances their way, all aware that the only baby who would be in the company had to be the CEO's little treasure.

one bold enough to bring his child to work, even earning

ah," the baby voiced his happiness in

at the sight, hugging Leo's arm and playfully whining, "Chad, please, let me hold

reached for the baby, the sweet scent of milk wafted towards

eyes and her soft tone,

the baby into

twirled around, ignoring the scenery to focus

of the workday approached, more employees started passing through

catch a glimpse

to pick up his son, he and Mia heard the

son crying

up his son, asking, "What's with the tears? You're always crying

funny faces to entertain him, and he

wiped the baby's face with a tissue and asked, "Then what happened?" If he was laughing,

"Well, Chad tried to make him laugh with funny faces too, but... the baby ended

who awkwardly admitted, "Uncle, I thought a kid of yours and