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?"

reassured her, "As long as

through the video call. "Don't worry,

playfully spanked the little

Grandpa's you go, let you two drive each other

room with her son, only to return shortly after, alone

their son off, she gently broached more intimate topics,

lake's depths, invisible and grim, their calls brought a glimmer of warmth to his chilling heart. His wife and

mundane detail of her day could fuel a lengthy conversation, and as Andre prepared to shower, he found himself still caught up in their chat. He finally chuckled, "Mia, why don't you grab a glass of water downstairs? Let me take a quick shower, and

cheeks.

impatient with

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

a message from a colleague, "Boss, Old Walker

faded. "Then we'll make him come

got the

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 log but looked

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

Old Walker had bombarded the team leader with calls

leader respectfully offered the

Andre's lips curved into a cold smile, closing his

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?"

yesterday, 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