Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Chapter 807

Mia wasn't the least bit worried about any punishment. After all, there was nothing Andre could really hold over her. So when her vacation got canceled as a consequence, she just shrugged it off. "Fine, no big deal," she snapped, "I wasn't dying to go on a trip with you anyway."

But when Andre opened his mouth again, Mia's temper flared up. "That ice cream is off-limits for you, mister. Don't even dream about having a scoop this summer!" "Andre! You wouldn't dare!" Mia challenged, but Andre had already given the orders.

Fuming, Mia gave Andre's arm a good slap. "Why did I even marry someone so controlling?" she muttered, storming out of the living room and leaving Andre to stew.

The staff, unsure of what to do, whispered among themselves about whether Mrs. Andre's anger meant they could keep the ice cream.

Watching Mia leave, Andre headed to Naomi's room. "Naomi, hand over Henry," he called.

Naomi and Bruce held onto their little bundle of joy. "Mia, let Henry hang out with Naomi tonight. He's staying put."

Mia pointed at the chubby little guy in his uncle's arms. "Henry, get over here."

Henry, having come to terms with the name after much crying, clung tighter to his uncle's neck, sensing his mom's fury. This endearing move made his uncle melt, leading to some shameless spoiling.

This habit, developed in infancy, meant that in future mischief, when Mia was on the warpath, Henry would dart behind his uncle and aunt for cover.

"If you don't show up tonight, don't bother coming back at all. Just as infuriating as your dad," Mia huffed, slamming her bedroom door.

"Mr. Andre, should we still hand out the ice cream?" the staff inquired.

Andre instructed, "Take half to those braving the heat outside, and keep the rest for us."

The staff chuckled, "Mr. Andre, you sure do spoil her."

"She doesn't see it that

why she married him-despite his

say a word

Mia stubbornly declared, "I'm not eating. Just

the staff, "If she's not eating, let

in his special chair, his dad on one

and fed him a

ended up donating another prized vase, but managed

chatted with Molly, "Got any

asked, "Bringing

"Nope."

"Then I'm in."

family dinner, Chad glanced at his wife's phone.

a message, then set her phone down. Shortly after, Chad's phone buzzed. He read it and smiled, "Dinner

putting his

he'd be scolded. Instead, she gathered his bath items and washed him in the courtyard under a sky painted in orange hues, with the gentle breeze creating a serene scene. Even without

his second son were at odds, each

be heard, "Hurry and bring him back; he's got a mosquito bite

a towel, drying

"Baba! Daddy-" Henry chirped.

kissed his

Henry's baby powder, lotion, and pajamas,

hand, watched his mom leave, then turned to his dad, starting to