Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

"Time's running out; any later and we'll raise suspicion."

Mia didn't give her family a chance to refuse as she thrust her little bundle of joy into Naomi's arms. "Naomi, hold my son for a bit, will you?"

Mia and Leo exchanged a knowing look. "We're counting on you," she said before hurrying out the door with Una following close behind.

Wesley glanced at his watch again-fifteen minutes had passed. Unease crept in, his only source of news being the maid he had persuaded to his side earlier. He wasn't ready to give up, though, the anticipation gnawing at him. Soon, the door opened, and a woman in a soft yellow sweater and a flowing skirt stepped out.

Wesley's eyes locked onto her, a flicker of recognition sparking. It was her!

Andre's wife, in the flesh. He had always wondered what kind of woman could captivate such a man entirely.

Lost in thought, he barely noticed the maid following her out.

Wesley squinted, sensing something amiss.

Then, Mia approached the car.

"Ms. Mia, this gentleman here is the employee from Mr. Andre's company who's been falsely accused, as I mentioned before."

Wesley looked up, scrutinizing Mia through the car window. Her bright eyes were as clear as a lake. Her cheeks were plump, and her skin was fair, making her look like an overgrown student.

She was... even more beautiful than in the photos.

Wesley's eyes roamed over Mia, finding her far more appealing than the typical, thin figures popular these days, both cute and easy on the eyes.

Suddenly, Wesley felt a pang of... reluctance.

Una tapped on the car door, alerting Wesley, "Buddy, this lady here is Mr. Andre's wife."

hurried out of

from his gaze. Once Wesley was out, she tried to place his face from her memory.

was like for Andre

her cheeks, an involuntary gesture, caught Wesley's attention

inside; it's not appropriate to discuss this out here," Mia

Una with

to expose your superior's crimes, right? Talking

it to the hall, didn't see. But

steps ahead, turned, "If you don't trust me, you might as well leave and wait for my

purpose in Havenbrook: to infiltrate the Cedillo family and find out if

before him; it would be a shame to back

he followed Mia's

into a sly smile, her eyes

against the iron gate with arms crossed, her

the Cedillo

for the gate, closing and

puzzled, "Ms. Mia,

had some troublemakers around; we lock up

left. The

the gate, her eyes gleaming with cunning, "I hear you're quite interested in whether my son

turned to find Una, but she had

were

come show this gentleman you

appeared with

from

kidnapped! Andre's trip overseas wasn't to