Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Chapter 923

Andre pinched the bridge of his nose, "So, did Annie give you any attention?"

"Yeah, she was just at my hotel," Conner replied, rubbing his cheek where a slap mark was still visible.

Andre went straight to the heart of the matter, "Where'd she clock you?"

Conner grimaced, "...Why you gotta jinx me like that?"

Andre shrugged, "Jinx or not, you know what's up. Conner, this act of yours? It's a dead-end when it comes to winning her over."

Conner leaned back on the couch, staring at the ceiling with a brooding look. "I was only mildly interested at first, but now I'm all in."

Andre offered some sage advice, "With a fiery gal like her, you gotta be straight up, clear misunderstandings right away, lay your feelings bare, surprise her for real. Don't beat around the bush or try to strong-arm her. Go with her fiery flow, admit you're wrong even when you aren't, and be her number one fan. Maybe, just maybe, you'll stand a chance."

Conner raised an eyebrow, "And how do you know all this?"

Andre's gaze drifted to a family photo on the desk, featuring his playful, charming wife. "Been there, done that, my friend."

After hanging up, Conner mulled over his buddy's advice in his hotel room.

Meanwhile, Andre headed out to find his lovely wife.

She was in the living room, narrating a story she'd heard that day to her family, who were all ears, watching Mia as her laughter filled the room.

Henry watched everyone laughing like they'd lost it, not getting the joke but feeling odd not to join in.

Molly quipped, "Guess even Cupid gets it right sometimes."

Anya, the most attentive listener, asked, "So, Auntie, what happened next?"

"They're in custody for now. I doubt they'll mess with the teacher again," Mia replied.

Anya pressed on, "What if they come back for revenge on your teacher?"

take it lying down and make

to court. They'd be fools

the night deepened, Andre called from upstairs, "Mia,

next moment, he'd been lifted as if by invisible wings and found himself snug

beams and

shield from wind, to shelter from rain, to gather

a

sharing fun tales,

wife

to the bathroom, using his special towel to wash his face. His chubby cheeks, always puckering up for

Mia carried him out, Andre sneaked in a

warm smile, she tossed the towel to her husband, "Your turn to wash his

to sleep with his parents and usually booted out by his

to sleep anywhere, soothing himself to

scooped his son back to the bathroom for another

By 8:30 PM,

was

watching his wife and son play, Mia teasing Henry, whose

son, playfully hid his face with the blanket. The next second, she whipped it off,

as wind chimes, the

their son around, he dared not leave books in the bedroom, lest they

Andre

worn out, began

the cozy ambiance his parents had crafted with

9 PM, they were so close to

and Andre held their breath, the little night owl was

phone buzzed loudly on the

open like a

like that, it was all

darkened; this

on, Henry turned

sighed, half an