Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Chapter 1469

Before long, the kitchen was thick with smoke. Henry, his little mouth open and tongue sticking out, started coughing. "Cough, Mommy, help-cough cough!"

Mia frowned. Something was definitely off. "Should I turn on the exhaust fan?"

Henry just stared at her, wide-eyed and innocent. He was barely two-how was he supposed to know what to do?

Mia hurried over to figure out the fan, fiddling with the buttons. Suddenly, her voice rang out, "Oh no, it's burnt!"

Henry scampered out, still coughing. But when he realized his mom hadn't followed him, he spun around and ran right back into the smoky kitchen on his chubby little legs. He was determined to rescue her: "Mommy, come with me— cough cough!"

Mia turned off the stove and looked down at her brave little guy. She scooped him up in her arms and carried him out first.

"I told you not to come in here, didn't I? Why did you go in anyway?" she chided gently.

Henry pouted, lips sticking out in a show of pure toddler indignation. Mia's heart melted. She kissed his cheek. "Alright, sweetheart. Mommy loves you most. Go play, okay? I need to make dinner for Daddy."

shirt, tugging hard.

mom, Henry had managed to explore every corner of the Cedillo family's big old house-except the kitchen. That was

Nothing was going to stop her from getting dinner on the

Hansen watched the kitchen, eyes full of suspicion and more than a little fear. They didn't dare ask what Mia was up to—last time they'd made that mistake, she'd just grinned and said, "Naomi, Dad, I want

tension written all over their faces and chimed in politely, "Oh, Mia cooks too? I bet she's

anything that might embarrass the family. "Mia is, un, very committed to her cooking," Naomi managed, forcing a smile. Hansen, leaning on his cane, stood up. "Naomi, I think your friend

come on,

toward the kitchen, then

the yard, Hansen

here. My daughter's destroying the kitchen in-I'm not

around for this one."

in the living room, Naomi eyed the kitchen nervously. Soon, another loud sizzle and pop echoed through the house. Mrs. Calder frowned and glanced back. "That's

the Cedillo place was, you couldn't hear the kitchen from the living room,

mind wandered. Maybe Mia was just excited to have her mom back from vacation—maybe she wanted