Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

"Mia, the thing is, you can give him a smack now and he won't remember a thing," Mia said, looking at the little munchkin snoozing away, too young to remember anything. Andre tried to enlighten his wife, "While he's got no memory, now's the time to do it. He won't know any better. Wait till he's older, and he'll start remembering."

The couple spent a good fifteen minutes discussing the merits of disciplining their child before Andre had to hang up as he arrived at his hotel.

Mia gazed at the little bub blowing bubbles, "My own flesh and blood, too cute, I just can't bring myself to do it."

After hanging up with his wife, Andre's smile lingered. Not until he stepped into the elevator did his expression turn serious, "How's the search going?"

"Boss, I'll have a location for you by tomorrow."

Andre replied, "While you're at it, schedule a meeting with Old Man Walker."

The next evening, the head of the international division located Andre at the hotel, "Boss, we've found Jillian's address, but the house was empty, and the Walkers are on her trail too."

If Old Man Walker had sent his third son overseas to find Tom, he'd definitely dispatch people for Jillian too. The longer it took, the more uneasy Andre felt.

He even wondered if the child's cries that day weren't his son's at all, but just some random kid Tom used to deceive him.

in a rural area. Seems like the Walkers haven't found her

the countryside, she

hideout took two and a half hours, with not a soul in sight. To evade the

brink of abandoning her, only to remember the contract - a yearly check-up on the child's wellbeing was mandatory for the

I'll strangle you." Her father was jailed because of Finley, leaving her with no warmth

cries grew fainter, a sign of poor

Tom to no avail, the only contact back home

was

the second car, his mood darkening

time they arrived, a

angry shouts. Jillian, on edge, slapped the crib, "Cry, cry, cry, why don't you just cry

racing. Were the Walkers here for her? Glancing at the infant, her

the men emerging from the cars didn't look like Walkers. They

stepping out from the second car, and her world stopped.