Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Chapter 910

Henry, nestled in his mother's embrace, quickly turned into a sweet, sleeping angel. Mia held her little bundle of joy close, reluctant to drift into slumber herself. Watching her son's adorable chubby face as he peacefully slept was a sight she cherished, something she couldn't see during the hustle and bustle of the day.

Andre was about to move their sleepy son to his own room when Mia gently interrupted, "He hasn't seen me all day. Let him stay in my arms tonight. Our little guy isn't even a year old yet, and I just can't help but feel for him."

Andre, seeing the tiny bundle, felt his heart soften too, and agreed to let their son stay with them for the night.

Before bed, Andre took a shower. Emerging, he found Mia engrossed in a book, and casually mentioned, "Anya already spilled the beans."

Engrossed in her reading, Mia didn't catch on immediately. "What was that?"

Andre locked eyes with her, his gaze steady and intense.

Feeling a twinge of guilt, Mia's mind raced back to the incident with the young couple who had threatened her. She quickly closed her book, turned to face Andre, and asked nervously, "What did she say?" "Do you really want me to repeat it?" Andre asked, his voice cool.

Mia felt a wave of caution, anxiety, and unease. She looked at Andre, swallowing hard, unsure if he truly knew the details.

If he didn't know, was he trying to catch her off guard? Remembering her sister's advice about not falling into traps set by their significant others, she decided to play it safe and not confess.

But what if he did know? Maybe admitting it upfront would earn her some leniency, considering her past "youthful indiscretions." Plus, with little Henry acting as a buffer in bed, she hoped Andre wouldn't be too harsh. In a leap of faith, Mia decided her husband couldn't possibly know everything.

If he did, he wouldn't be letting their son stay with her tonight. And really, how bad could his punishment be? She'd already been through tough challenges, like being signed up for a prep course. She could handle whatever came next. "Honey, I truly have no idea what you're talking about."

a knowing smile, "Seems like

something. She set her book on the nightstand, pulling the covers over herself and Henry,

snuggled against his mom, lay peacefully, embodying pure bliss. Even in his sleep, his parents couldn't resist showering his little face with

a struggle. But soon, she started setting her alarm

Little

her closer and drift

to be the second to arrive at her prep class. Each morning, the

6:20, Andre had to coax Mia out of

still snoozing

or make too much noise while getting ready. "Honey,

dry on the balcony the day before and forgetting to bring them

call, Andre promptly

leaving, Mia sat

17.

studies. She applied some basic skincare, grabbed her backpack, knelt by the bed to kiss her son's

a bit. Mia gently patted his back until he

asked you to wake me at 5:30. Now I'm

hours in the classroom; it's about working efficiently," Andre

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