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."

to the routine,

"judge" had left, Mia breathed a sigh of relief, as

quite the

waved it off modestly, "Oh, it's nothing.

make

agreed, "In our future

worries, I've got

seemed

nephew, "Mia, what did the doctor

said he's 'not too heavy, not too light,' and suggested more exercise. Personally, he's just adorably chubby. It's only Andre who thinks he's too heavy and hurting my arm, hence the slimming down idea."

the tile floor, unmoved, watching his mom work up a

dubbed her

naturally from her

on the floor, "Lazy, the lot

the ice cream, was met with Mia's stern look. "Hey! You forgot the pain already? Did you enjoy your hospital stay? We agreed on no more than two a

Mia hadn't had any 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

long as Andre was out the

ice cream in one hand, series playing, and

a shiny puddle on the

his mom enjoying treats without sharing, Henry got so frustrated he slapped the floor, hurting

dragging

of

Mia, worried 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, there's nothing Mom can't handle~" Having mastered

Andre came home and saw his son clumsily crawling around, he

hand, drooled on his dad's

daily practice, he grew confident, no longer needing

her son, "My boy,