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."

position and hurried out of the car. "Ms.

gaze. Once Wesley was out,

making Wesley wonder what it was like for Andre to have such

Mia puff her cheeks, an involuntary

husband isn't home, but you can talk to me. Let's go inside; it's not appropriate to discuss this out here," Mia

Una with caution,

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, "The

him off, conspiratorially whispering, "Didn't make it to the hall, didn't see. But if you go, you'll probably be taken

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

infiltrate the Cedillo family and find out if Andre's son

it would

followed

into a sly smile, her eyes twinkling

opened, and Mia entered, leaning against

stepped into the

him, Mia reached for the gate, closing

"Ms. Mia, what's

casually, "We've had some troublemakers around; we lock up

visitor further in, then discreetly left.

cunning, "I hear you're quite

to find Una, but she

Mia, those were just rumors, nothing

out, "Honey, come show

appeared with

little one, seeing his mother from afar, flailed his arms,

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