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."

used to the routine, waved, "Bye-bye,

left, Mia breathed a sigh of

quite

nothing. It's all thanks to Dad's

"We make

future

I've got

seemed like the

little nephew, "Mia, what did the

he's too heavy and hurting my arm, hence the slimming down idea." Seeing other kids starting to crawl, some even walking, Mia felt a bit anxious.

watching his mom work up a sweat without any

her

naturally from

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

fruit. Mia grabbed a plate, settled beside her, and opened her phone to binge-watch a series while snacking. Hansen, eyeing the ice cream, was met with Mia's stern look. "Hey! You forgot the pain already? Did you enjoy your hospital stay? We agreed

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

was out the door,

one hand,

the floor, drooled a small river, leaving a shiny puddle on the

he slapped the floor, hurting his hand, and began

his tiny hand ventured forward, dragging his little body inch by

corner of her eye, unfazed, continuing her

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 crawling,

came home and saw his son clumsily crawling around, he scooped him up with joy, "How'd you

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

grew confident, no

her efforts, stood behind her son, "My boy, seeing you crawl fills me with