Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

"Henry, are you part pig or something? You and your uncle go out and can't even bother with a shower?" Mia scolded as she scrubbed her son.

The little tiger cub bellowed back, "I did take a bath! Mommy's just picking on her stinky baby again!"

Mars couldn't see his godson on the screen anymore. Andre needed to help with shampoo duty, so he ended the call and hurried into the bathroom. "Where'd you go with your uncle?"

"Hmph, not telling you, Dad!" Henry pouted, arms crossed in protest.

Mia shot back, "You're such a little guy, but that temper is something else. What's next, you think you can just grow wings and fly away?"

"I am flying!" Henry declared, grinning.

Andre stepped in, "Alright, eyes closed. Let me rinse your hair."

Henry squeezed his eyes shut, and as Andre poured warm water over his head,

he puckered his lips and spat out the water like a champion.

"Whose kid are you, anyway?" Mia asked, half annoyed, half amused.

"I'm just some random kid!" Henry replied, full of mischief.

Mia grumbled, but the fondness in her voice was clear.

room

who was that on the phone?" Mia

He sounded bored-probably just wanted

his name, ran over. "Dad, I wanna talk to

him the phone,

rang a few times—then, surprisingly, the call was

answer, a group

lost. Wasn't goddad the one who wanted

would

under the eaves, Milka stood with a man. The two of them shook hands with a married couple, all smiles as

slowly, watching as the couple got into their car and left. Only a few colleagues lingered under the

getting home, Director Grant? Milka?" a coworker

exuding confidence, stood next to

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roses last

Milka, his feelings plain as

me

shook her head. "It's fine, I'll grab a cab. I'll be home in a

"Cabs at night aren't safe. What, you worried

Their colleagues exchanged looks,