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

was still sulking, pouting because his

Andre sat on the couch with his son, glancing at Mia as she

caught her husband looking at her several times

back

night, poor chubby Henry was once again

morning, Mia rushed out

car, she huffed, "Andre, if you keep this

every

faded, "Honey, how'd you

a stern but

replied

she waved back at her husband as she crossed

once bland life had become colorful with Mia and their dittle 'tiger cub' around. His life had turned hectic

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

from sight, Andre drove

Naomi as Bruce headed to

our son's clothes, fold them, and put them in the wardrobe?" Resigned, Andre went

outside, patiently dealt with his crying son

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

as

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

having already mastered much of the material and moving on to advanced legal

reach, they'd corner their teacher after

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