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."

out

employees?" Mia had felt a chill from his gaze. Once

was like for Andre to have such a woman by his side all the

involuntary gesture, caught Wesley's attention once

you can talk to me. Let's go inside; it's not appropriate

hesitated, looking to Una with

troubles. You wanted to expose your superior's crimes, right? Talking to

didn't see. But

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

to infiltrate the Cedillo family and find out if

would be a shame to

he followed

into a sly smile,

opened, and Mia entered, leaning against the iron gate with arms crossed, her

stepped into the Cedillo family's realm,

him, Mia reached for the gate, closing

puzzled, "Ms. Mia, what's this

had some troublemakers around; we lock up

then discreetly left. The courtyard revealed men

quite interested in whether my son has been kidnapped." Wesley had a bad

Una, but she

those were

out, "Honey, come show

appeared

his mother from afar, flailed his arms,

eyes widened. The child wasn't kidnapped! Andre's trip overseas wasn't