Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Chapter 1330

Molly was still deep in sleep, while Wayne had somehow rolled over to his dad's side of the bed, his back turned toward his mom as he snoozed.

Over at Maplewood Estates, Henry was already wide awake. Barefoot, he padded down the hall and tried to wake his parents, but no matter how he hopped around on his little feet, their bedroom door stayed firmly shut. Giving up, he flopped onto his tummy and slid down the stairs, ready to find his own fun.

The housekeeper tried to catch him to get him dressed, but Henry zipped away before she could even touch him. Still in his pajamas, he dashed straight to his playroom, dragged out a mountain of toys, and scattered them all over the living room floor.

Then he decided he wanted to try playing in the snow. He managed to push the door open a crack, but before he could set foot outside, a housekeeper swept him up and brought him back in. But Henry wasn't about to give up that easily.

Andre strolled out of the gym, his T-shirt sticking to his back with sweat. "Henry, where do you think you're going?"

"Daddy, carry me!" Henry demanded, arms up.

Andre picked him up and carried him back to the bedroom. "Keep it down- Mommy's still sleeping."

But Henry, stubborn as always, just let out a loud, "Ahhhh!"

gave him a gentle pat on the bottom and set him outside the

a crisp suit. Once he'd eaten breakfast,

already off on another adventure, and no one in the house seemed to

ten that Mia finally woke up. She shuffled downstairs, still groggy,

nearby. "Ma'am, would

against the back of the couch, still half-asleep. "Where

Henry..." The maid glanced around, suddenly worried. "Wait, where did he

sat a messy pile of fruit that Henry had been "working on." He couldn't peel oranges yet, so he just poked holes in the skin with his little fingers and licked the juice off his hands. If the housekeeper tried to peel one for him, he refused to eat it. His uncle had warned him: never eat anything a stranger

called out, "Henry, get out here

was busy rolling his dad's treasured bottles of red wine across the floor, pretending they were race cars. He paused, pretty sure

were way too much fun to leave just

him up from the basement with a sigh.

be a real mission. Mia had just called Leo, and he'd sent her

Henry pouted, his lips sticking

dressed without a fight and happily held her hand as they went outside to play in