Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Chapter 1079 Mia was rifling through her printed references again, fishing out her dusty thesis proposal from the bookmarks. Faced with the intimidating blank document, she was so frustrated she actually banged her head on the desk. Little Henry, seeing his mom in distress, quickly crawled over and cuddled up to her, stopping her from hitting her head again.

Molly felt like joining in on the desk-banging, but her baby bump wouldn't let her bend that far. Just then, the butler walked in. "Mr. Andre, there's an invitation from the Harris family. It's Grandpa Harris's big birthday bash, and they'd love for you to come."

Mia shot a look at her husband. Trying to escape again?

Andre felt a wave of old frustrations well up. "Not happening!"

The butler hesitated, "Sir, Grandpa Harris personally called. His granddaughter-in-law is pregnant too, so it's a double celebration."

Andre replied, "Tell him my wife is working on her dissertation and I need to be here to support her. We can't leave.

"Understood."

Once the butler left, Mia felt a sense of relief wash over her. She cupped her face in her hands, playfully coaxing, "Honey! come sit with me."

Andre moved closer, giving her the comfort she needed.

how thesis defenses were getting tougher, with shoddy work being outright rejected and questions becoming trickier. She was anxious about not being able to answer properly or

calling out, "Chad!" Her voice was

skip a beat. "I'm not sure I can handle this,"

man should never admit

Officer Chad: "..."

across from each other in the Cedillo family's conference room. Between them was a chubby toddler, a water bottle in one hand and his toes in

laptop?" Mia suggested, thinking she could then

your formula over it?" Molly added, thinking

it would be up

seeing his mom and aunt plotting, wasn't foolish. He knew causing trouble would earn him a spanking from dad when he

meant his dad had an easier time

by pouring dirty water on Leo," Mia reminisced. Molly, twirling her fingers, mused, "Should we try

sipping his milk and playing

of water, eyeing their laptops

her face a mix of emotions. "Molly, I think we should just write it ourselves. My son's watching I don't want him picking