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?"

down and make them pay for the

they don't, we'll take it to court. They'd be fools to mess with a lawyer." Anya nodded

called from upstairs, "Mia, Henry, time for

up at his dad on the stairs, wishing for angel wings. The next moment, he'd been lifted as if by invisible wings and found himself snug in his mom's arms. Henry

beams and bricks build

shelter from

thus, a

fun tales, opening

dear wife and child

using his special towel to wash his face. His chubby cheeks, always puckering up for kisses, needed a good wash

carried him out, Andre sneaked in a kiss on his son's

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

usually booted out by his business-savvy dad, was finally

to sleep anywhere, soothing

son back to the bathroom for

By 8:30 PM,

was alive

against the headboard, watching his wife and son play, Mia teasing Henry, whose laughter was so hearty he nearly lost his

hid his face with the blanket. The next second, she

as delightful as wind chimes, the

habit, found himself reading less since marrying Mia. With their son around, he dared not leave books in the bedroom, lest they end up as a snack.

Andre

worn out, began to soothe Henry

wide awake, Henry gradually succumbed to the cozy ambiance his parents had

9 PM, they were so close

Andre held their breath, the little

buzzed loudly

like a light

that, it was

mood darkened; this call better

turned to his

sighed, half an hour