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 of

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

Wesley wonder what it was like for Andre to have such a woman by

her cheeks, an involuntary gesture, caught

me. Let's go inside; it's not appropriate to discuss this

to Una

You wanted to expose your superior's crimes, right? Talking to Ms. Mia will clear your name just the same." Wesley wasn't

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

turned, "If you don't trust me,

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

laid before him; it would be

he followed Mia's

lips curled into a sly smile, her eyes twinkling

against the iron gate with

Tom also stepped into the Cedillo family's

Mia reached for the

turned, puzzled, "Ms. Mia,

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

discreetly left. The courtyard revealed

cunning, "I hear you're quite interested in whether my son has been kidnapped." Wesley had a

Una, but

Mia, those were just

"Honey, come show this gentleman

Hansen appeared

his mother from afar, flailed his arms, seeking

child wasn't kidnapped! Andre's trip overseas wasn't to track down