Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Hansen was on the phone with his oldest son. "You really ought to take a page from your brother's book. Andre came home just to drag Henry out and buy flowers for Mia. If you dare show up empty-handed, don't call yourself my son."

Bruce grumbled, “Dad, Naomi and I have been together forever. Do we still have to do all this? Instead of spending money on flowers, I'd rather take Naomi out to eat."

Hansen shot right back, “Eat, eat, eat—that's all you think about. Sure, Mia loves to eat, but did Andre say he was taking her out for dinner? Is the food at our house not good enough for you?"

Henry was eavesdropping by Grandpa's side, then dashed into the living room and tugged on his mom's sleeve. "Mom, Grandpa says you love to eat. He called you a little pig."

Mia blinked. "...What?"

Andre pinched the bridge of his nose, stood up, and towed his little troublemaker into the study for a proper talking-to.

Even as the door closed, you could still hear Andre lecturing, "Your mom's finally stopped making trouble for me, now you're taking over, huh?”

Molly burst in, waving her flowers. "Mia, look at these! Bet you don't have anything like this."

into the living room and spotted the massive

and my

same taste, huh?” Jade stared at the explosion of colors in disbelief. “What's this purple

My

taste. White roses and red roses together—his dream girl and his

barely had a chance to admire them before their two kids rushed

everywhere. For a second, he wondered if his family

o'clock rolled around.

the passenger seat, hugging her roses.

at it, giving instructions from the driver's seat. “Milka, tomorrow you bring those flowers to work. Put them right on your desk so everyone sees—your boyfriend gave

"Ex-boyfriend."

you keep splitting hairs, I'll take you to my place and we'll sort out that 'ex' label tonight." Mars tried to

tonight, but even during dinner, he couldn't stop interrogating

isn't as bad as you