Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Tears clung to Mia's lashes as she knelt by the bed, gently dabbing her son's eyes with a soft cloth. The little guy fussed and squirmed on the mattress. "Hold still, sweetie, let Mommy clean your eyes so you can see Daddy clearly."

Once she finished, Mia gave his diaper a light pat. "Cry all you want, let Andre see just how loud you can be."

After scolding her son, Mia settled back on her heels and video-called her husband from a distance. "I shouldn't have spoiled him so much. Now he pouts at the slightest thing. I'm thinking of dropping him off at Dad's tonight. He's been spoiling him rotten lately; let Dad handle him."

Andre's face lit up on the screen, and their son, as if full of grievances, started babbling nonstop upon seeing his dad.

"Honey, are you in the car? Where are you headed?"

"Just wrapped up some work, heading back to the hotel now."

Mia sighed, "When are you coming back? Your boy and I are missing you."

"If all goes well, I'll catch tomorrow night's flight, and you two can see me the day after tomorrow when you wake up." "Ah, ah."

Mia lifted her bundle of joy, now smelling sweetly of baby lotion. "What's with the 'ah, ah' now?"

"Ah, ah, ah, ah."

Mia rolled her eyes, "Communication breakdown, and he's doubling down on it!"

"Honey, spanking our son doesn't count as domestic violence, right?"

as it's not severe, it doesn't

her husband through the video

spanked the

her son. "Off to Grandpa's you go, let you two

room with her son, only to return shortly after, alone and ready for some alone time

sending their son off, she gently

by darkness, like he was mired in the lake's depths, invisible and grim, their calls brought a glimmer of warmth to his chilling heart. His wife and son were like rays of bright sunshine in his life, bringing joy

day could fuel a lengthy conversation, and as Andre prepared to shower, he found himself still

her cheeks. "Are

Mia declared, "Fine, tired of me again. I wonder who Andre's been seeing outside, getting impatient with his own wife so quickly. Let's just hang up." Andre let out

after his shower, when he tried calling Mia back, there

buzzed with a message from a colleague, "Boss, Old Walker refuses

we'll make him

got

refused to meet Andre was now repeatedly trying to get in touch with one of Andre's team leaders, eager for a meeting. "Boss, he's called again. Should I take it?" The team leader glanced at

lounging in his chair with the stock trend of Walker Corporation displayed on his laptop, casually responded,

as Andre had predicted, Old Walker had bombarded the team leader with calls and messages, even sending people to wait

the sixty-seventh call, the team leader respectfully offered the phone

aim, Andre's lips curved into a cold

like to invite him to dinner, as a token of goodwill," Old Walker tried to suppress his anger, sounding somewhat more humble than usual. "Didn't Mr. Walker just decline my invitation yesterday?" Andre's voice,

Today, I hope you'll grace me with your presence and