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?"

her, "As long as it's

her husband through the video call. "Don't worry, I know

playfully spanked

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

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

sensed something off with Andre lately. After sending their son off, she gently

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

kept chatting away, her lips as unstoppable as their son's. Every mundane detail of her day could fuel a lengthy conversation, and as Andre prepared to shower, he found himself still caught

feigning annoyance, puffed her cheeks. "Are

Andre's been seeing outside, getting impatient with his own wife

shower, when he tried calling

from a

we'll make him come

colleague got the

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 to

on his laptop, casually responded,

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

the sixty-seventh call, the team leader

lips curved into a cold

to suppress his anger, sounding somewhat more humble than usual. "Didn't Mr. Walker just decline my

his tone. "Andre, there was an emergency at home 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 could shake the very