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."

scoffed, "She doesn't

didn't care about going away with him, wondered why she married him-despite his endless love, she just grew

a word

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

she's not eating,

in his special chair, his dad on one side, the other side

fed him a spoonful.

up donating another prized vase,

room, Mia chatted with Molly, "Got any plans this weekend? Wanna

"Bringing

"Nope."

"Then I'm in."

Chad glanced at his wife's

her phone down. Shortly after, Chad's phone buzzed. He

chuckled, putting

the bedroom, fearing 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 words, Henry's

son were at odds, each avoiding

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

a towel, drying his damp hair.

"Baba! Daddy-" Henry chirped.

kissed his little

downstairs, dropped off Henry's baby powder, lotion,

gnawing on his hand, watched his mom leave, then