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."

and hurried out of the

gaze. Once Wesley was

what it was like for Andre to have such a

involuntary gesture, caught Wesley's

to me. Let's go inside; it's not appropriate to discuss this out here," Mia

looking to Una with caution, "Big

played along, "Kid, I got caught going back to the hall. Had to spill about your troubles. You wanted to expose your superior's crimes, right? Talking to Ms. Mia will clear your name just the same." Wesley wasn't looking for this, whispering to Una,

hall, didn't see.

"If you don't trust me, you might as well

his purpose in Havenbrook: to infiltrate the Cedillo family and

laid before him; it would be a shame

he followed

curled into a sly smile, her eyes twinkling with

leaning against the iron

also stepped into the Cedillo family's

reached for the gate, closing and locking

puzzled, "Ms. Mia, what's

troublemakers around; we lock up

further in, then discreetly left. The courtyard revealed

you're quite interested in whether my son

to find Una,

those were just rumors,

show this gentleman

appeared with

his mother from afar, flailed his arms, seeking

trip overseas wasn't to track down his son but