Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Chapter 1005

Henry had just woken up, his tiny hand nestled in Mia's as they strolled along. But it wasn't long before Henry's steps started zigzagging off course.

Mia would gently steer him back, only for him to wander away again. At one point, he even tried walking backwards, much to her amusement.

They made a few pit stops-a pushcart for some snacks, a beverage shop for ice cream, and a cozy roadside stand for an extra bite. The university break had the place buzzing with students making the most of their pre-holiday freedom.

Andre glanced around at the couples, hand in hand, capturing memories with their phones. Then he looked at Mia, who was juggling her lively little boy, too busy to worry about selfies or social media check-ins. "Henry! Quit running off, or next time, it's no playtime for you," she called out, laughing despite herself.

While others were snapping photos and cuddling, Mia's focus was entirely on her son. Holding him made her arms tire, so she'd put him down, only for him to get up to his usual antics. She half-joked to herself about needing a leash to keep him close.

Andre watched with a tender look, a lump forming in his throat, while Chad seemed a bit exasperated with the chaos.

Molly, ever the romantic, admired the passing couples. "Look at them! They're like a perfect match, aren't they?" she mused.

what was cooking. "What's in that

sauce," the vendor replied with

And maybe you could teach me

sudden interest in sauce?"

never had it, and I thought I'd whip it up for him back home," Anya explained, a hint of pride in her voice. Leo, watching nearby, felt a bit of relief at this. Mia, still holding onto her son's hand, called out to her friends, "Molly, Anya, hang tight. Henry's got too much energy, I'm taking him

here. I'm off

group split up, each on

behind, his eyes glued to his wife

chain blocking the path, Mia patiently taught her son how to step over it. Henry, more inclined to crawl under, was gently persuaded by Mia, who knelt down, supporting his shoulder and lifting his

his vantage point, Andre watched, the world around them fading to a blur, leaving only the vibrant image of

eyes, reminded

mattered more than the happiness of