Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance novel Chapter 1699

Milka handed each of them a glass of water. “You’re here to rest and heal, nothing else. Don’t get any funny ideas.”

With Milka keeping the house in order, the two of them were model patients, quietly following the medic’s instructions every evening after work.

Jupiter had seen enough—he figured that White boy was going to be his future son-in-law, like it or not.

Well, it could be worse. At least he could trust his daughter would be in good hands.

Lately, whenever Andre got home from work, he’d either find his son perched on the porch, happily licking a popsicle while waiting for him, or see the little guy sprawled out with a mini watermelon, seeds stuck to his shirt and cheeks, mumbling through each sticky bite as he waited.

“Where’s your mom?” Andre would ask.

“Not home,” Henry replied with that signature troublemaker’s grin.

Not home again?

A little while later, Mia came through the door.

“Hey hubby, you’re back,” she said, eyeing her messy kid. “When you’re done eating, clothes off and straight into the shower. Dirty laundry goes in the basket, got it?”

Back in the living room, Andre watched his wife over the next few days and noticed she was in a particularly good mood.

“Mia, where have you been running off to lately?”

“Oh, I went out to lunch with Katie today. Why, what’s up?” she replied.

Andre treaded carefully, not wanting to set off his little spitfire by making it seem like he didn’t trust her. “School’s about to start, isn’t it? Did Jamie and Denny get here yet?”

“Jamie’s not coming until September, but Denny’s already in town. We haven’t met up though; he’s busy hunting for a law internship,” Mia said, grabbing a mini melon from the table. She took a bite and grinned. “This is definitely from you—it’s the sweetest one. Love you, honey.”

Andre grinned back. “Love you too.”

Kids weren’t allowed, and with her little wild child at home, there was no way a courtroom would stay quiet—so she went solo.

As a law student, Mia had no trouble getting in, and anytime a case piqued her interest, she’d go and observe.

Milka finally got it. “Oh, so that’s what you were up to. Next time, just tell your family before you head out. Saves them from worrying.”

Quick as ever, Mia picked up on the hint. “Will do. Thanks for reminding me, Milka.”

After hanging up, she glanced at her son. “Henry, did Dad ask where I was the past few days?”

Henry, cheeks stuffed with pineapple, piped up, “Dad asked, and I said, ‘Mom’s not home.’”

Before he could finish his pineapple, Mia was already wiping him down. Still stubborn, he muttered, “Hmph, I call you ‘the kid’ all the time—really, I do.”

Hansen, his grandpa, just shook his head in admiration. “This kid’s got guts—not afraid of a spanking at all.”