Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Chapter 920

Henry and Mia headed back inside, with Henry busy entertaining himself on the couch.

Mia, resting her chin on her hand, sighed, "I'm tired of being cooped up at home."

Molly chimed in, "Why don't you buy a place? We can all move out and live together." Despite being pregnant, she would rather not be if it meant avoiding Chad.

Anya eagerly added, "Aunt Molly, should we sneak the baby along with us too?"

Even before they bought a house, the three were already planning who'd join them in their new place.

After about half an hour outside, Mia remembered she still had two reading assignments to finish. Standing up, she declared, "I need to get back to it. Anya, tell your boyfriend he's at the root of all my problems. He better watch out because I'm coming for him." The trio split up, heading back to the living room where little Henry was eagerly trying to get up, slapping the couch and waiting for his mom's hug.

But Mia just glanced at father and son before heading upstairs.

Feeling abandoned, Henry's face crumpled, tears welling up since his mom hadn't picked him up since she returned.

Later, Molly called her dad, complaining about being mistreated and requesting his protection. This gave Hansen a boost of pride. "Don't worry, sweetheart. I'll be home tomorrow to back you up. Let's see who dares cross you then." The news had ended, and a soap opera was now playing.

The women in the house were glued to these dramas where the leads would go to any lengths for love. Andre found it dull and was about to leave with his son when something on TV caught his ear.

"Anya, what does 'oppa' mean?" Andre asked, holding his son, his gaze sharp.

Anya blinked, "It means 'big brother.""

Andre took a deep breath, "Got it."

his

sulking, pouting

the couch with his son,

her husband looking

turned back to her

chubby Henry was once again left

Mia rushed out of bed,

she huffed, "Andre, if you keep this up, I won't bother

every day and

quickly faded, "Honey, how'd you find

later," Andre said in a stern but caring tone. "You can't keep

Mia replied softly, "Okay,

the car, she waved

life had become colorful with Mia and their dittle 'tiger cub' around. His

loves to cry, the other doesn't listen. Their shared trait? They both loved to give him a hard time. Yet,

from sight,

Bruce headed to work,

leaving, Mia had given Andre a task, "Can you gather up our son's clothes, fold them, and put them in the wardrobe?" Resigned, Andre went to the balcony to collect

patiently dealt with his crying son and moody wife at

called his little tiger cub

as the teacher wove

a roadblock, she'd brainstorm with Jamie, and if they were stuck, they'd turn to Denny

of the material

they'd corner their teacher

awkward about her damp pants from sitting too long, asking, "Jamie, does it look like I sat in a puddle?" "Yep. Do I?" Jamie