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.

aside, continuing to entertain her

harrowing ten minutes felt like an hour

haircut was done,

up to his mom's words; he

with his son's hair clippings, having held his head during

bald son, Mia laughed nonstop. "Son, seeing you suddenly bald, Mommy

up, brushing off the hair, "Mia,

her hair in the mirror, "Let's skip it. Let's go

took off his black jacket, still covered in

brush it all off, Andre headed to the front to

son's head, wrapping him up like a character from a comic book, except his son's face was a chubby, tear-streaked

shirt are all covered in

give Daddy a

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

was a

just us three, no one else is watching. Don't

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

the family of

playfully asked, "Is a kiss from your wife the

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

about mine then?" Mia

looked at his wife with a deep gaze, "I'll tell you tonight when we

the family of three left, the recording finally

was sent directly to Old

"Andre, Mia, Henry!"

the Walker

study, only his third son, Wesley, was

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