Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

In another bedroom.

After Mia returned, she went straight to her husband's arms to cuddle Henry.

Henry, wanting to be a good boy, turned towards Mia. This time, Andre spread himself out, blocking his wife from hugging their son.

Mia, feeling annoyed, grabbed her husband's shoulders and tried to take Henry, "I let you hold him earlier, and you didn't. Now you won't let me? Give me the child!"

Henry clung onto his mom's sleeves, refusing to let go as if his dad was the big villain preventing him from getting to his mom's comforting embrace.

Finally, Henry managed to snuggle into his mom's tender arms, his little mouth wide open, immediately planting wet kisses on Mia's cheek.

Mia, holding her little bundle of joy, endured her son's slobber with a loving smile.

The room fell into a hush, neither Andre nor Mia spoke, just taking turns holding their son. The bedroom was filled with Henry's fearless babbling, lying on his mom's face without a care. His little hands poked at his mom's chunky knit sweater, making a hole in it, and then curiously started playing with the fabric.

After a few minutes of silence, Andre broke the ice, "Is there anything else you're hiding from me about Leo?"

"That's everything Molly told you." Mia glanced at her husband and asked, "Andre, have you cooled down?" "What did you call me?" Andre's sharp gaze met his wife's.

calmed down." At least he was paying attention to how

by his name, but later it was always "honey," and in front of others, she often used "my husband" or

wronged, "Leo wasn't sure himself, and if I told you, then I would be too much of a blabbermouth, unable to keep a friend's secret. But if I had told you,

began with

do you

she had moved next to

the matching chubby cheeks of his wife and son, though their son had a bit more baby fat,

flaws and issues, it's important

you say

many people around, and I didn't dare. Plus, you had just lost your temper. Who scrubs a pot while it's still hot? You have to let

likened her husband to a "hot pot" and her words to "scrubbing the pot." She didn't speak up earlier because she was afraid of "burning her hands" on the "hot pot." Now that her husband had calmed down, the "pot"

at home. Your thinking now is exactly the same as theirs back then. You hope Leo follows the plan, takes over the company, secures his position, so even without you, Leo wouldn't have to look up to anyone, and everyone would have to take him seriously. While others are still at the starting line, you want your nephew to have reached

faulty. Because both you and Anya are acting out of

who could be so insightful at times, knowing everything, and at other

if I were in your shoes, having nurtured a child for over a decade, investing more emotion and effort than even his parents, expecting him to follow the path I envisioned for him as my successor, but then, suddenly, he changes direction, discarding all my years of effort to start from scratch for his dreams. I would be angry too."

looked at his wife's mouth, waiting

my arms are sore from holding him, I