Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Chapter 1037

That night, Henry got booted to the spare room while the master bedroom light burned bright till morning, with faint whispers of passion echoing through. Mia, on the other hand, wouldn't stir until the sun was high in the sky.

By day, Andre was the epitome of a doting dad, out in the yard teaching Henry the art of squatting and sitting on his own. When Mia finally woke, she'd cozy up with a blanket by the big windows, taking in the sight of her adorable son playing on the grass and her husband, who seemed like two different people from dusk till dawn.

Afternoons were lazy and often had Mia nodding off for a brief nap.

Once playtime was over, Mia would pull open the window and call out, "Time to come back."

Seeing Mia awake, Andre would gesture towards her, gently coaxing their son back inside.

But little Henry was feeling defiant. Andre ended up tossing him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, carrying his giggling bundle of joy back into the living room.

Perched on his dad's shoulder, Henry was having the time of his life, drooling with laughter, his cheeks flushed without a hint of chill. Mia, cuddling him, felt her heart swell with love, pressing her face against his to warm him up.

his sweet little

to an end,

into work, Chad not only managed to lift Jade's spirits but also amused himself by

a whirlwind, racing to her mom's prenatal appointments faster

at her age, whispering, "At her age, risking it all for another kid just to keep her spot secure. One day, she'll lose her looks, and Mr. Calder will definitely stray. She's just trying to keep him

all. Maybe spending too much time with her sassy aunts had rubbed off on her because she let them have it. If she hadn't been held back,

you live under my parents'

You're

if you're capable. Can't do it, can you? That's right,

look in the mirror before you talk. You see others through your own dirty lens,

to stop, shot back, "No wonder your husbands have mistresses and

red. "What kind of upbringing

judge me? At least I was taught not to talk behind