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, waved, "Bye-bye,

had left, Mia breathed a sigh of relief, as

quite the

off modestly, "Oh, it's nothing. It's all thanks to Dad's acting

grinned, "We make

future escapades,

I've got your

moment, they seemed like the best of

a smile, picked up her little nephew, "Mia, what

replied, "The doc 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." Seeing

unmoved, watching his mom

affectionately dubbed her

naturally from her

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

phone to binge-watch a series while snacking. Hansen, eyeing the ice cream, was met with

the security guard, "When Mr. Andre rolls in, spot his car and ring me. Do well, and a raise's on

as Andre was out the door, she was free to

lounged, ice cream in one hand, series playing, and fruit

river, leaving a shiny puddle on the tiles. Naomi had to periodically wipe it

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

forward, dragging

watched from the corner of her

him, lifting him to her lap and letting him taste her ice cream, "See, you can crawl now.

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

on his dad's

he grew confident, no longer needing parental guidance,

her son, "My boy, seeing you crawl fills me