Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Chapter 612

When the barber stepped up to begin, the little guy smartly burst into tears. As he tried to squirm away in protest, Andre's large hand firmly gripped the back of his son's head, holding him steady. Andre tilted his head to the side, letting the barber get to work on his son's hair.

A tuft of hair fell, landing directly on Andre's expensive suit, but he didn't seem to care at all.

"Andre, I'm sorry," said the barber apologetically.

The little guy cried even louder.

Andre replied, "It's alright, keep going. Let's get this over with."

Most of the staff on the ground floor had abandoned their posts to catch a glimpse of Andre's son, Henry, in person. But what they hadn't expected was to witness such a tender, fatherly moment. Of course, they also got to see the little one's tear-streaked, adorably distressed face.

Mia, holding her child's tiny hand, bent down into his line of sight, "Sweetheart, it'll be over before you know it, okay? It doesn't hurt. After we're done, we can go home and see who Grandpa thinks looks better, alright? Look at my brave little guy, crying so hard." The little one cried even harder, "Not ugly, not ugly, Mommy got it wrong."

Another lock of hair fell onto Andre's shoulder, and because of the close proximity, some even landed on his neck.

Before long, the toothless tot, his cheeks wet with tears and drool, had soaked his father's shoulder with his own special brand of wetness.

Mia pulled out a tissue to wipe away her son's tears and drool, "Where's Daddy, Henry? Where did Andre go?"

The little guy's cries softened as he looked up at his mom, equally clueless about his father's whereabouts.

Playing along, Mia called out playfully, "Honey?"

It was time to work on the back of the head, and Andre loosened his grip, catching his son's attention with a soft "Hey."

He turned his head, and Andre gently guided his son's side to the barber.

Andre's deep voice resonated beside his son, "Can't find Daddy?"

Gradually, the little one got used to the buzzing sound and stopped crying, his little chubby face buried in his dad's shoulder, sniffling.

continuing to entertain

harrowing ten minutes felt like an hour to

guy's haircut was done, and everyone breathed a

lived up to his mom's words; he was not easy

neck was littered with his son's hair clippings, having held his head during the haircut, resulting in

nonstop. "Son, seeing you

hair, "Mia, your

in the mirror, "Let's skip it. Let's go home and bathe, both of you

off his black jacket,

all off, Andre

draped his black jacket over his son's head, wrapping him up like a character from a comic book, except his son's face was

and shirt are all covered in your hair, and you were crying the

give Daddy a

her son up, then brought him close to her husband's face. "Honey, bend down, or

big boss was a bit shy

son higher, "It's just us three, no one else is

smiling, leaned down to let the chubby little face plant a

the family of three, continuing to record until they got into their

from your wife the same as one

same? His are all drool and snot bubbles." Andre's words were

about mine then?"

deep gaze, "I'll

three left,

directly to Old Walker's

"Andre, Mia, Henry!"

in the Walker

his

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