Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Mia zipped her son into a light blue jacket, making his rosy cheeks look even more adorable.

Cradling him, she declared, "Who was it again trying to kidnap my little guy? I, as his mom, need to settle that score personally." With that, she strode towards Andre, thrusting the bundled-up child into his arms, and commanded, "Hold him." Andre caught the little bundle with one hand, "Letting someone else handle it isn't enough for you, huh?"

"Exactly." Mia headed to the bathroom to sort the dirty clothes she and her son had taken off, calling back, "Honey, don't mix your dirty laundry with our son's anymore." Then, remembering her husband's teasing tone, she added, somewhat irritated, "And not with mine either." Andre was puzzled, "Why can't we mix ours? Our bodies mingle, but our dirty clothes can't?"

"Let's get this straight." Andre blocked the bathroom door, holding their son and confronting Mia.

A slightly intimidated Mia scrambled for an excuse, "My clothes are all light-colored, yours are dark. If your clothes bleed color, they'll ruin mine."

"Which of my clothes have ever bled color?"

Mia huffed, "You're such a buzzkill. Just got back and already giving me a hard time."

She pushed past him, darting out the door.

Leaving for breakfast, Jade stretched and yawned lazily, "Andre!" Her demeanor straightened up immediately upon seeing Andre.

"Bro, when did you get back?"

Andre, cradling their child, asked, "What did you do to Wesley yesterday?"

Molly, feeling guilty, couldn't meet Andre's gaze, "I didn't torment him, he was threatening us, saying he wouldn't let Mia and me go. We were terrified."

Mia nodded vigorously, "Yeah, honey. You have to avenge us. We were so scared."

Anya was stunned, hardly believing what she was hearing.

Soon, Hansen came down for breakfast and upon seeing his second son, felt a surge of support and immediately started to complain, "Andre, you really need to sort out your wife. Yesterday, our house was nearly turned upside down. Let me tell you about yesterday..." "Cough, cough." Mia coughed as a warning.

As if Hansen hadn't heard, he continued, "Mia was wearing a dress, I was worried she might trip over the hem and fall."

fell on the delicate

had no choice but to speak up again, "Dad, let's not talk during

front of your son. If this continues, it's going to set

I being too

intimidation as she stared at Hansen, her voice as gentle as a lamb, but

lingered on his wife's clenched fist, a teasing smile at the corner of

that fist, Hansen changed the subject, "Ah, and your sister. Molly came up with some scheme yesterday, she..."

with a resigned, "Just

"It needs sorting."

visited Wesley's room, barely recognizing the beaten figure

and Molly, holding their babies, tried to eavesdrop but were stopped by two bodyguards, "Ms. Mia, young lady, Mr. Andre has instructed that you cannot come close." The sisters exchanged looks, frustrated at being

obstruction, continuing his tale

left, and Wesley was moved out of the

stood by his second son, back

chaos, line up. The

group lounging on the couch didn't move, looking at each

room, his gaze landing on the four youngsters on

little Anya stood up, only for Leo to pull her back down, signaling her not to take the blame. Then,

she was holding and stood

remained, Andre's gaze fixed on his scheming wife, "Three,

Mia stood up, handed over their son, and quickly joined

tried to follow but was pushed back by Leo, who gave

move closer, standing aside, overwhelmed by the tense

to speak, "Uncle, I just timed Mia's fight yesterday. That's

to polish her own image, "Honey, I didn't do

do much, just

punches, and you think that's okay? Just talking, what about the chaos

It's not my