Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Chapter 1063 Andre sat on the edge of the bed, playfully tossing their little bundle of joy onto it. Mia casually scooped the soft bundle into her arms. "Honey, should I think about taking some classes this year?"

Andre looked at her thoughtfully. "Are you still considering those grad school prep courses?"

Mia pondered for a moment and shook her head. "I covered a lot of the material last year and feel like I've got a good handle on what the teachers taught. Plus, last year, everyone knew Mrs. Cedillo was me. Going back now wouldn't be as effective. I think I'm better off studying on my own, though I do need to work on my self-discipline. Besides, I've got my thesis to prepare. With enough time, I can manage my schedule better."

Andre tucked the blanket snugly around them and pulled their little one into his arms, placing a book on Henry's lap for him to flip through. "If that's how you feel, then let's stick with it. You can study from home this year."

Mia picked up her phone to message Jamie about her decision. Beside her, Andre and Henry were already settled against the headboard, one engrossed in reading, the other happily flipping pages.

Jamie had already planned to study at Havenbrook, following Mia's lead on whether to enroll in classes. With Mia opting for self-study, he decided to skip the classes too.

Later that night, as Mia lay down, she said, "It's nice that Evie is coming too. With her here, I won't feel so alone.

side to side. Hearing his

Henry drifting off to sleep to the gentle

swamped lately, often not making it home at night and only returning every few days. Sometimes, he'd steal a glance at his still-sleeping wife,

Recently, Conner had mentioned that his sweetie was unwell and promised to take Annie for a visit, but then he went quiet. Later, he messaged, "Annie,

instinct was to

consulted a psychologist, "Do I have some weird psychological issue?" The psychologist

"Love-struck?"

the affliction

know, when Chad's got free time, he's always setting traps for me, and it

spread her old notes across the coffee table, organizing

up the sun with