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."

his position and hurried out of

husband's employees?" Mia had felt a chill from his gaze. Once Wesley was out, she tried to place his face from her memory. Wesley

was soothing, making Wesley wonder what it was like for Andre to have such a woman by his side all the

her cheeks, an involuntary

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

Una with caution, "Big

to the hall. Had to spill about your troubles. You wanted to expose your superior's crimes, right?

didn't see.

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

purpose in Havenbrook: to infiltrate the Cedillo family and find out if Andre's son was indeed

him; it would be

he followed

curled into a sly smile,

Cedillo family's gates opened, and Mia entered, leaning against the iron gate with arms crossed, her amusement

into the Cedillo family's realm,

for the gate, closing and

"Ms. Mia, what's

had some troublemakers

left. The courtyard revealed

you're quite interested in whether my

find Una, but

Mia, those were just rumors, nothing

show this gentleman you haven't

appeared with

little one, seeing his mother from afar, flailed his

trip overseas wasn't