Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance novel Chapter 1508

Chad said, “Andre, how about we do an every-other-day thing? Like, I take Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, and you get Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays?”

Andre shook his head. “Right now, our bigger problem is figuring out how to get Dad back on our good side.”

Chad was stumped. He was great at handling people, not so great at finding solutions.

Meanwhile, Henry was sprawled across the coffee table, his little butt in the air, hugging a giant watermelon. He chomped down, juice dripping down his chubby cheeks, eyes darting between Mom and Dad as he took another bite.

Wayne toddled over, mouth wide open. “Let me have some!”

The brothers munched on watermelon, eyes glued to their parents like they were watching the best show in town.

That evening, the sisters knocked on Hansen’s bedroom door.

They walked in, all apologies and looking sincerely sorry, but Hansen just ignored them, sulking like a kid.

“Dad, can we talk? Let’s settle this between us, okay? Please don’t turn this into a big public drama at my husband’s office. We’ll do what you want, we promise.”

“Really?” Hansen’s voice lost its edge.

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In the end, they settled everything quietly. The guys had no clue what the deal was, but every evening when they got home, the house was suspiciously quiet—no sign of the five little troublemakers.

Naomi remarked, “Molly and Mia took the kids out again, and Dad went with them.”

Chad looked puzzled. “Andre, is this part of their arrangement?”

Andre called the butler. “Hey, where are they?”

“Mr. Andre, we’re at the Mystery Club.”

“Wait, can Henry and Wayne even do anything there?”

“That’s why I came along—to keep an eye on them.”

Surely now they’d go home.

The butler answered Andre’s latest call. “Sir, Mr. Hansen says he’s hungry. Ms. Mia and Miss Molly are taking him and the two little ones out for a late-night snack.”

Even Bruce had to admit, “Dad’s retired life is way more exciting than ours.”

They munched on fried skewers and crispy flatbread at a busy diner, Hansen looking thoroughly pleased. “Now this is retirement. What was I even doing before?”

By ten, Andre’s calls finally managed to round everyone up to go home.

Henry ran straight into his dad’s arms, laughing, and Andre scooped him up for his bath.

After a few days of these adventures, Hansen had discovered all sorts of new games.

Sometimes, if Molly was working late, the Cedillo family’s driver would park outside Chade Inc., waiting to pick her up as soon as she clocked out.