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?"

in, "Then we take it lying down and make them pay for the hospital

take it to court. They'd

called from

lifted as if by invisible wings and found himself snug in his mom's arms.

and

from wind, to shelter

a home takes

nights are for sharing fun tales,

his dear wife and child

bathroom, using his special towel to wash his face. His chubby

as Mia carried him out, Andre sneaked in a kiss

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

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

sleep anywhere, soothing himself to sleep ahead of his

scooped his son back to the bathroom for

By 8:30 PM,

bedroom was alive with

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

face with the blanket. The next second, she whipped

delightful as wind chimes, the sweetest

once had a bedtime reading habit, found himself reading less since marrying Mia. With their son

Andre reminded

worn out, began

gradually succumbed to the cozy ambiance

were

breath, the little night

buzzed loudly on the

"window" swung open like a light switch,

like that, it

darkened; this call better be

on, Henry turned to his

an hour of work