Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Chapter 1007

Henry dashed out to the balcony, calling out "Dad!" into the night sky.

The three women stepped outside, gazing at the inky black sea before them. Molly gestured in a direction, saying, "Your son was shouting from here this morning."

Mia tiptoed over, peering into the next room. It was dark, seemingly empty.

Meanwhile, just a wall away, three men held their breath, trying not to make a sound.

"Let's head back," Mia said, leading her son to the bedroom. "Henry, you're barefoot again!"

Anya whispered, "Auntie, you forgot his shoes."

Realizing her mistake, Mia quickly scooped up her son, giving him a couple of apologetic kisses before carrying him off to wash his feet.

The room was filled with laughter and animated chatter late into the night.

At one point, Mia stepped out to check that the light next door was still off. Satisfied, she returned to her room, settling on the carpet to play games, watch movies, order takeout, and munch on snacks. The next morning, the curtains remained tightly shut, with no sound coming from the room.

Chad stepped out, stretching with a yawn, while Leo leaned against the doorframe, asking, "Uncle, aren't you worried they'll spot us?"

replied, "We were up until 3 AM. If Molly's up before noon,

watching the neighboring room. "Uncle, sometimes

Andre were inside, locked in

at the hotel

the board before making his move. "At least they manage to eat lunch. I'm worried

just too innocent. Uncle, whose money do you think they're spending? Could

Cooper's on her side, and if he knew his sister was upset, he'd call me out directly. Mia's mad but she's got

spats were resolved between them, without involving family, to

that his brother-in-law liked to tease him about asserting his role as man the house, but when it came to. arguments

only saw

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"Molly wouldn't dare

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she worried about you getting scolded by the Byrne

scared of getting

door, there was

three men

balcony overlooking the sea, his tiny hands tapping the glass, even trying to lick