Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Chapter 796

Henry lay there, his little mouth forming sweet, clear words, "Mommy~"

Mia, with her soft heart, couldn't resist: "..

She looked down at her husband. "Honey, let's just go with this for now. I'll play the doting mother for a bit."

With that, she happily clambered over to her husband and embraced their little bundle of joy, "Oh, my son, Mommy loves you."

Andre, watching the joyful mother and son, shook his head in happiness.

The phone on the nightstand rang. He answered, "Hello? No, we haven't slept yet. Our son just had a little cry."

Andre said, "Alright, I'll ask for you tomorrow."

After hanging up, Mia asked, "Who was that so late at night?"

"Conner. He needed help with something," Andre glanced at the time. "Enough fun, it's time to sleep. Mia, you're on my left, and Henry, you're on my right."

The mother and son were "forcefully" separated by Andre.

As Mia cuddled up to her husband, she reached out and gently pinched Henry's little hand, which then clutched onto hers, "Ah~"

Andre, playing the bad guy, intervened, "If Henry won't sleep, I'll have to send you both to your grandfather."

Both mother and son were at his mercy. "Honey, shall we go back to Maplewood Estates tomorrow?"

"Sure."

The next day, the family of three left, just as another couple returned.

lamented, "How coincidental. Lately, I seem out of luck not only with Chad but also with my

they returned to the Byrne family, the

Inc. and called from downstairs, "Bringing your nephew over, at your company's entrance." Molly, in her high heels, ran out within five minutes, "Henry, my precious

aunt nearly dropped the rice cake in Henry's hand

allowed, but in Jade's territory, no

Henry was taken to

had a child so early, I'd be working at my dad's company too." Molly suggested, "How about we switch? I stay home and take care of the baby, and

son really

cute." Someone asked about the

it. I usually shop in person for my son's

"Yes."

him too

I'll take him and head home. See you tonight." Putting Henry back in the stroller, the little one, now used to being held, refused

others at the

struggle, offered, "Let me help you guys downstairs." She took her nephew in

and buckled up, listening to his cries. "You should head back, Molly." Molly, concerned, asked,

walk a bit; if we get tired, we'll take a

pushing the

spot to rest, "Don't cry, my arms hurt, I can't hold you. How

one to her son, fanning him, "Isn't it

then, Andre's call

quickly fanning her son while answering, "Hello, honey?" "Where are you, Mia?" Andre's

she looked at a street sign, "on the middle of Construction

I'll be there in

face and elbows with a wet wipe as

son from afar,

parked by the