Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance novel Chapter 1652

Henry scrunched up his little face, thinking hard. “My strict godmom says I’m her baby, and only she gets to call me that. If goddad tries, she gets mad, so he just calls me ‘little one’ instead. But I still remember~”

See? He remembered. He even came home and told Mom and Dad all about it.

Andre hugged their soft, squirmy son and asked, “So what did you eat tonight with your godparents?”

“Goddad said I needed to eat smart food with ‘strict godmom’—it’s good for my brain and my eyes—so we went out for pork~”

Mia looked up at her husband and translated, “They had pork.”

Andre looked down at Mia and added, “Supposedly it’s for brain power and eyesight.”

Mia was already nestled in his arms, so when their eyes met, their faces were close. Mia pouted. Andre’s smile was full of affection. All she had to do was pout, and he’d know what she wanted. He leaned in and caught her lips with his.

Little Henry blinked his big eyes. “Me too~”

The couple laughed and broke apart. Mia asked, “All finished, sweetie?”

Henry nodded with pride, done with his story. He turned, scrambled up onto the coffee table, stood there for a second, then dove toward his dad’s lap.

Andre caught him without missing a beat, loosening his hold on Mia just enough to grab their son, then wrapped both of them tight in his arms again.

With Henry now settled on Dad’s lap, he continued, “Mom, I saw big sister today too! She wanted to play with me~”

Mia got up naturally, grabbed the little cat-shaped water cup from the table, and took a sip. “You really made the rounds today, huh?”

She handed the cup over to Andre. “Here, honey, have some.”

Andre hadn’t even taken a drink before Henry’s eyes were glued to the cup, totally mesmerized.

For some reason, Mom and Dad’s water always tasted better than his own.

Andre just grinned and offered the cup to Henry, helping him take a sip too.

Little things like this, these simple moments and small acts, wove themselves into their everyday life without anyone noticing.

After that first run-in, Milka and Anya kept bumping into each other at work, often sharing the elevator up or down.

“Milka,” Anya greeted her, smiling.

Milka nodded back, smile warm. “You free for lunch? Want to eat together?”

Anya’s face lit up. “Sure!”

She wasn’t used to eating with coworkers, so she usually went out on her own.

Milka wasn’t into eating with the crowd either, and she often skipped group lunches.

To outsiders, Milka might’ve seemed cold, but Anya just didn’t like being peppered with questions.

Lately, their department manager had been trying to invite Milka out for lunch. But every time, Milka would pack up her things, grab her purse, and say politely, “Sorry, Director, I already made lunch plans with my little sister.”