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

wondered why

her desk. Andre, changing clothes, didn't say a word and went to fetch his son. Naomi and Bruce still wouldn't

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

"If she's not eating,

in his special chair, his dad on one side, the other side empty. "Mommy Mommy,"

him a spoonful.

up donating another prized vase, but managed to keep one

room, Mia chatted with Molly, "Got

asked, "Bringing

"Nope."

"Then I'm in."

glanced at his

down. Shortly after, Chad's phone

putting his

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 cheerful voice filled the yard. His uncle and aunt,

his second son were at odds, each avoiding the

bring him back; he's got a mosquito bite on

wrapped Henry in a towel, drying his damp

"Baba! Daddy-" Henry chirped.

kissed his little

dropped off Henry's baby powder, lotion, and pajamas,

gnawing on his hand, watched his mom leave, then