Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Chapter 861

Hansen's hearty laughter came to a screeching halt as both the husband and wife in the front seat turned to give him a look. Mia chimed in, "Dad, you need to realize you're not as young as you used to be. It's time for my husband and me to look after you." Hansen, not one to admit defeat easily, shot back, "Oh? Planning to ditch me from the car now, huh?"

Wrapping his arms tighter around his little treasure, Hansen scoffed, "Yeah, right, as if you'd dare. Go have your fun. Wet clothes, huh? And those sandals, I wouldn't take 'em even if they were free. Left me and my grandson behind, didn't you? Isn't that right, my boy?" Looking down, little Henry's eyes were fighting a losing battle to stay open.

His dad had woken him up way too early, and from crying in his walker till noon, to swimming and playing in the river when he should've been napping, his eyes were as heavy as lead now.

Henry's eyelids fluttered, and the couple in the front seat turned around, the car falling into a hush, everyone watching as the little guy lulled himself to sleep.

Once he was out, Hansen boasted proudly, "See! My grandson doesn't even need to be rocked to sleep when he's in my arms."

But just then, Henry stirred, his little body twitching as if in protest, on the brink of tears again, and Hansen quickly patted his back to soothe him.

Andre was stubbornly against the idea of wearing sandals, prompting Mia to scold the Cedillo men. "Seems like Dad's pride found a new home in you. Just make sure my son doesn't catch it!

What's so bad about sandals? They don't match your CEO image? Off with those dress shoes, put them on."

Hansen was quick to jump in, "Mia, let's get real. When have I ever been vain?"

The elders in the back seat were wide-eyed, watching Mia, fearless and frank, give the business mogul Andre a talking-to. Andre was known as a cold and ruthless figure, and they'd heard plenty about his ruthless reputation. They never imagined he'd be so easily handled by his petite wife without even getting upset.

Not only that, he even replied in a gentle, coaxing tone?

"Sweetheart, it's fine; they'll dry off. We'll pass the shoes to Dad."

Hansen interjected, "No way, your dad doesn't want them, and neither does your father-in-law, Mia. You just gotta make him wear them, set him straight."

Hansen was talking about "this guy," his son, who he was also a bit afraid of.

Andre shot his father a steely glance.

quickly turned away, hugging his grandson, unwilling to meet

might not make him braver, but it saved him some

her, "Your feet are blistered. When we get home, it'll be me and your son feeling bad for you.

feeling a bit cornered, sighed, "Alright, alright,

for the pair of elderly-style sandals his wife had bought, which were brown and looked both

at her husband's feet, a playful glint in her eyes, "Hehe, now that's more like it. I was thinking of getting you some orthopedic shoes, but knowing

options were just too limited. "Babe, these

even want to look at his feet, "Do you think

not. But hey, it's only thirty-five

wife, knew that

a shocker for

thought Andre was too domineering, with Mia being the

"Indeed, the last time I saw Mia, she was this shy little

to call Mia timid? Hansen was the first to jump in, "Nonsense! My daughter-in-law, she could probably take Andre in a fight. Next time, I'll have Mia show you a thing or two, flipping through the

"Stop interrupting, I'm not

boasting, "You all doing somersaults is child's play. My Mia can do a backflip without touching the

"Dad, are you hungry?"

Hansen, "Stop interrupting."

guy was down. You tell me,

now. I want shrimp tails for dinner tonight. I want some peace and quiet now.

held at bay,

to continue bragging to his friends in a group

glances at his adorably pouting young wife beside him, a fond smile

Mia came into his life, everything had been a burst of colors, filled with emotions

car wound down the mountain roads that summer afternoon, the elders in the back were chatting about their families, "Well, Hansen knows his daughter, Molly, can barely drag herself out of bed. Lucky we've

agreed, "Absolutely, my daughter is the laziest. She'd claim second place, and no one would dare take first. She practically carries her bed with her when she leaves the house. She can drive you up the wall, but you Byrne family taking her in probably added a few more years to

sleep, curse, and fuss. She often deserves a