Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance novel Chapter 1713

“Check out that fancy car.”

Teddy kept his eyes glued to the boy, their gazes locking for a moment, tension flickering between them. Teddy kept the conversation going, as if trying to buy some time.

Over by the curb, Andre had already gathered everyone into their cars.

Anya spotted Teddy from a distance. She stuck her head out the window. “Chad, isn’t that the kid I accidentally bumped into earlier? What’s Uncle Teddy up to?”

Leo glanced over. “I’ll go see what’s up.”

He drove over and rolled down the window, but just then Teddy waved the boy away.

Seeing this, Leo and Anya didn’t push it. “Teddy, we’re heading out,” Leo called.

Teddy nodded. “Drive safe.”

He came back to the car and muttered under his breath, “Pretending to be sick just to sneak a look at the fancy cars. He’s got his eye on Andre—heard he’s a big shot in business, so he sneaked over for a peek.”

Asher chimed in, “So Andre has grown-up fanboys and little ones too, huh?”

Since the boy was so young, they’d put together a quick disguise and had him ride his bike past the line of luxury cars.

Andre caught sight of the boy through the window. Mia, in the passenger seat, patted his arm. “Honey, he’s just a kid. Let’s go.”

Andre nodded. “Guess I’m being a little too careful.”

After all, today was their son’s first day of school. He wasn’t going to take any chances.

One by one, the cars pulled away. Andre drove slowly, his eyes lingering on the school gate. Neither he nor Mia could bring themselves to look away.

“Honey, do you think our son’s crying right now?” Mia asked softly.

Andre tried to reassure her. “No way. He’s a clever little rascal, always bouncing off the walls.”

Still, he couldn’t help worrying.

“He’ll be back tonight to play with us,” Hansen promised.

“Do you miss Henry?” he asked.

Wayne nodded.

With their little wildcat gone, the house felt way too quiet.

The play area in the living room sat empty.

Nobody quite knew what to do with themselves.

Andre used to walk by and scold his son, “Henry, quit throwing the plastic balls out of the pit. Do it again and Daddy’s coming for you.” Then he’d stoop to toss the balls back in himself.

At home, there’d be the honk of a toy car out in the yard, the sound of Henry tearing around the living room, his laughter echoing through the house. Sometimes, after a scolding or a tumble, there’d be wailing and tears.

Now, all that was left was silence.