Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Chapter 1590

Mia stashed every last one of her son's red envelopes into her own purse. Henry glanced at his now-empty pockets, face scrunched in indignation. "Hey! You took them all-I don't have a single one left," he complained, his grumpy tone unmistakable.

Mia, half-amused, finally relented and stuffed a few empty envelopes back into his pockets. Only then did Henry's scowl fade, his mood restored.

Back at the Cedillo family home, the magic of New Year's red envelopes was so strong, Mia didn't even bother with the fireworks anymore. She flopped down cross-legged on the floor, chubby little hands happily rifling through her haul. "One, two, three... twenty-five, twenty-six, twenty-seven... forty-eight, forty-nine, fifty," she counted, her voice growing lazier with each number, syllables trailing off by the end.

Henry plopped down next to her, a fistful of envelopes in his hand. He watched his mom count for a moment, then decided to give it a try himself. The first ten numbers came out just fine, but soon his counting took a wild turn: "Twenty... one hundred... eight hundred! It's all mine!"

Andre sat close by, watching with the softest smile. Every little thing his wife did- her gentle voice, her tiny hands flipping through the bills-absolutely charmed him.

Meanwhile, Annie was fresh out of the hospital and headed straight to the postpartum recovery center.

Conner, proud dad that he was, loved nothing more than showing off his baby girl during video calls with his brothers-especially Asher. Today, he had grand plans to take his daughter downstairs for some sunshine. Maja rolled her eyes, but Annie wasn't having it. She picked up a pillow and lobbed it right at Conner. "If you want sunshine, wrap yourself in a blanket and get out there. The baby stays here!"

"Annie, why are you so worked up?" Conner protested. "If you keep stressing out, you'll end up with postpartum depression. You need to relax."

hours. Don't come back until you've had enough. It's freezing out there,

by his wife's glare, didn't dare argue. He bundled himself up and trudged

the bodyguards hovered nearby. "Boss, maybe you stay here and let me go check

him a look. "You think you get to go upstairs and I don't? Stand behind

watched her sister let loose and couldn't help but feel a little lighter

cuddled her

down

shivering in

She couldn't hide

rocks in his head. Who takes a newborn out in this weather? If I ever get postpartum depression, it'll be because he

first-being driven to postpartum depression

"You have no

only way he learns. The things be comes up

"That's only because you haven't seen him when he means business. But around you, he's just