Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Chapter 805

Andre frowned, turning to his wife, "Why's Dad been sipping herbal tea lately?"

Hansen chimed in, "Oh, herbal tea's not just for fixing what's broken; it's about keeping things running smooth. I'm getting on in years, so a bit of herbal tea is my way of staying spry." Naomi nodded, "Exactly."

Andre wasn't buying it. His father didn't seem like the type to voluntarily down bitter brews.

"Show me the tea bag."

Hansen replied, "What, you still don't trust me? Andre, you're really pushing it."

Mia swiftly intervened, "Honey, Dad's been busting his back helping with our little one. Don't rile him up. If you've got nothing else, better head to work."

Andre was still uneasy, but seeing his elderly father juggling their little bundle of joy, he really felt for him.

So, he let it slide.

"I'll get the heat pad on you before I head to the office."

Before leaving, Andre took his wife to the bathroom, patiently dampening and softening the heat pad, all the while wondering if his father had actually taken any medicine.

Naomi whispered to her dad, "Dad, go change your clothes, or Andre will start grilling you again once he comes out."

Hansen whispered back, "Sweetheart, are you daft? Changing now would be a dead giveaway. Andre's sharp as a tack; he'd figure it out. I'm banking on my confidence to keep him at bay." Naomi glanced at her father, thinking: There's not much of a front here.

Finally, amid Mia's playful protests, the old heat pad was peeled off and replaced with a fresh one.

Before heading out, Andre wanted one last cuddle with his son, but Hansen, feeling wrongly accused, turned away, shielding his grandson from view.

Andre called out, "Henry, Daddy's off now."

the

had left, Mia breathed a sigh of relief,

you're quite the

nothing. It's all thanks to Dad's

grinned, "We make a flawless

our future escapades, Dad, you're my

worries, I've got

they seemed like the

up her little nephew, "Mia, what did

thinks he's too heavy and hurting my arm, hence the slimming

watching his mom work up a

affectionately dubbed her

nickname flowed naturally

on the floor, "Lazy, the lot of you. Let's see

binge-watch a series while snacking. Hansen, eyeing the ice cream, was met with Mia's stern look. "Hey! You

today, so she grabbed a pack and dug in, having already tipped off the security guard, "When Mr. Andre rolls in, spot his car and ring me. Do well, and a raise's on the horizon. Mess up, and expect overtime." The guard feared Mr. Andre finding out and doling out punishment. Mia assured them,

as Andre was out the door, she was

hand, series

a small river, leaving a shiny puddle

without sharing, Henry got so frustrated he slapped the floor, hurting his hand, and began to cry, face reddening, his little cries

tiny hand ventured forward, dragging his little

of

he might tire, set her phone down and knelt in front of him, lifting him to her lap and letting him taste her ice cream, "See, you can crawl now. Little guy,

around, he scooped him up with joy, "How'd

Mia's hand, drooled on his dad's cheek,

practice, he grew confident, no

behind her son, "My boy, seeing you crawl