Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Chapter 1193

Henry's dad and his other godfather had to wrestle Henry's little hands open before his dad finally managed to snag the "toy" from him.

Henry burst into tears, his little face flushed with frustration.

The pistol ended up with Andre, who quickly removed the magazine and was shocked to see it fully loaded. A cold sweat broke out on him as he looked at his inconsolably crying son.

Andre handed the pistol over to Asher and then picked up Henry. For a moment, he was tempted to scold him, but realized it wouldn't do any good.

Everyone around could suddenly sympathize with the constant anxiety Andre lived under. Asher and Teddy decided they'd pass on the idea of being Henry's godfather.

As Andre, holding his tearful son, was leaving, all four friends waved him off, saying, "Andre, your godson's a handful. From now on, we'll just send the holiday gifts your way. It's probably best we don't meet up too often-it's a bit too risky."

Andre was left speechless.

Sitting in the car, Henry grew sadder thinking about it. He hadn't even had a chance to play with the gun before it was taken away.

Picking up his wife, Mia, from the library, she noticed her little crybaby, "Sweetheart, why are you crying again?"

"Daddy did it," Henry tattled.

Mia looked at her husband, "Why are you always picking on our son?"

teeth, "He grabbed Asher's

another one, no

a real gun, loaded and ready to go!" Andre was fuming,

"Maybe we should sneak him off to boarding school? I can't live with this stress every

upset that his neck turned red

stopped by a toy store on their way home and bought a toy gun to appease

Hansen saw his teary-eyed grandson and, noticing the toy gun, said, "Already playing with toy guns, huh? Come on,

for a while, instead of cartoons, Henry sat on his grandpa's lap, playing with his toy

watching superhero shovel

on TV.

when his dad came home, Henry would point

exasperated, "Thinking of

into a playful spanking, but the little

after a long day for both parents, they still played

voice,

and then Henry, thrilled, would crawl over the covers to

his son, "Henry, guns are for the

listened, not quite understanding, then snuggled