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."

walked into the living room and spotted the massive bouquet on the coffee table.

and my

the explosion of colors in disbelief.

clue. My son picked

held up her own flowers for comparison. "My Chad's got the best taste. White roses and red roses together—his dream girl and his one true love, both me." Jade couldn't

had a chance to admire them before their

nap, confused by all the flowers everywhere. For a second, he wondered

rolled around. The

the passenger seat, hugging her roses. Honestly,

you bring those flowers to work. Put them right on your

"Ex-boyfriend."

you keep splitting hairs, I'll take you to my place and we'll sort out that 'ex' label

even during dinner, he couldn't stop interrogating her. "That guy at your

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