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."

carried his little one

little guy was still sulking, pouting because

sat on the couch with his son, glancing at

up; she caught her husband looking at

back to her

chubby Henry was

rushed out

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

every day and call

defiance quickly faded, "Honey,

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

sheepish, Mia replied softly, "Okay, thanks,

out of the car, she waved back at her husband as she

at how his once bland life had become colorful

sigh, Andre thought about his family: one loves to cry, the other doesn't listen. Their shared trait? They both loved to

disappear from

Bruce

task, "Can you gather up our son's clothes, fold them, and put them in the wardrobe?" Resigned,

commanded respect outside, patiently dealt with his crying son and moody

folding the clothes, he called his little tiger cub to wake

was focused, taking notes as

Jamie, and if they were stuck, they'd turn to

of the material and moving on to advanced legal

they'd corner

long, asking, "Jamie, does it look like I sat in a puddle?" "Yep.