Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Chapter 1270

Wayne glanced at his dad, tears welling up as he turned away. He had no idea who the woman with the face mask was, but her presence kept him frozen in place.

"Just a few days ago, I snuck out with Wayne and Chad to grab some spicy chicken from a restaurant. We kept it on the down low from mom. Wayne stuck by me the whole time. He may not be able to talk or snitch, but boy, can he throw a fit. He just wouldn't let me eat in peace.

I barely got three bites in before thinking he might be hungry, so I rushed off to nurse him. But guess what? Wayne's just like his dad, full of surprises. As soon as we hit the nursing room, he stopped crying. I tried to feed him, but he shook his head, refusing. It was like he thought I'd eaten something bad and it would pass to him through the milk."

Chad and Wayne exchanged a knowing look, with Chad standing tall, a stern expression on his face, "So, you've already picked up teaming up against your mom, huh?"

Mia spotted her cheeky son behind her, making soft whimpering noises.

The couple quickly turned their attention to greet Henry.

Hansen, missing his grandson dearly, had been counting down the days, "Mia, sweetheart, New Year's is around the corner. Can you make it back home?"

"Absolutely. We'll be home

Henry, Mia sent Hansen daily photos and videos of her son set against foreign backdrops. Hansen reminisced, "It's been ages since

he headed

watch TV with his brother, and sit next to their father for a card game. "Play a pair

Hansen looked puzzled, "Why?"

games, explained, "The opponent's got a joker bomb. Draw it out,

enough, he tasted victory. "Andre, Andre, quick, should

leading to a night of

could ease his longing for his wife and

Mia reflected on a foreign street, "I've come to realize that a little time apart can do wonders for a relationship. It helps keep things fresh. These days, I see couples with separate sinks, even separate bedrooms. Of course, I can't imagine sleeping apart from your brother-in-law," she chuckled, knowing that wouldn't end well. "But having your own

bread and jam, chimed in, "Sis, 'separate' isn't a word your brother-in-law

"Well, he