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?"

long as it's not severe, it doesn't

the video call. "Don't worry, I know my

playfully spanked the

"Off to Grandpa's you

as she left the room with her son, only to return

sensed something off with Andre lately. After sending their son off, she gently broached more intimate topics, aiming to cheer

time Andre felt overwhelmed 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 and

as Andre prepared to shower, he found himself still caught up in their chat. He finally

her cheeks. "Are you tired of

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 a low

he tried calling

a colleague, "Boss, Old Walker

"Then we'll

colleague got

man who had 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 the incoming call

on his laptop, casually

Andre had predicted, Old Walker had bombarded the team leader with calls and messages, even sending people to wait at the Cedillo Group's front

leader respectfully offered the

his aim, Andre's lips curved into a cold smile, closing his laptop and taking the

suppress his anger, sounding somewhat more humble than usual. "Didn't Mr.

which is why I declined. Today, I hope you'll grace me with your presence and allow me to apologize in person." The Walker Corporation was on the brink; any more turbulence could shake the very foundations of the Walker