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 long as it's

the video call.

spanked the little

"Off to Grandpa's you go, let you

room with her son, only to

their son off, she gently broached more intimate topics, aiming to cheer

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

Mia 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 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. "Are you

clarify, Mia declared, "Fine, tired of me again. I wonder who Andre's been seeing outside, getting impatient with his

when he tried calling Mia back, there was

message from a colleague, "Boss, Old

smile faded. "Then we'll make

got

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 to

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

leader respectfully offered the

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

you arrange a meeting with Andre? I'd 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

Old Walker shifted 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