Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance novel Chapter 1785

When Anya got out of the car, she forgot to grab the groceries she’d bought for herself. The ones for the office, she and her boyfriend handed off to the company’s housekeeper.

That evening, Anya ended up having dinner at her boyfriend’s company. Meanwhile, Mars and Milka found themselves crashing dinner at Maplewood Estates.

“Milka, stop feeding him bite after bite,” Mia said, watching her son. “He already had dinner at preschool—he’s not even hungry.”

Milka, not really sure how else to spoil Henry, just kept slipping him little mouthfuls.

Henry pressed his little hands to the table. “Mommy, when I play, I get hungry again.”

Andre shot his son a look. “You need to practice self-control.”

Henry blinked up at him. “Daddy, what’s self-control?”

If anyone else had asked, Andre might have thought they were being cheeky. But his little guy was genuinely clueless, so he explained patiently, “Self-control means learning to manage yourself.”

“Then Mommy doesn’t have self-control either!” Henry piped up, turning to Mia. “Daddy only ever tells off his little guy, never his big sweetheart.”

Andre paused. Was his son accusing him of favoritism?

“Am I the same as you?” Mia started bickering with their son while picking at her food.

Mars and Milka, always ready to back up their godson, chimed in, “Don’t worry, kiddo, your godparents are totally on your side.”

At Mia’s insistence, Milka tried to hold back, barely sneaking Henry another bite or two. Soon enough, Henry picked up his own special kiddie chopsticks, ate a few bites by himself, and then ran off to play.

Andre had once put up a baby gate to protect his wine cellar—and his son—from each other, but Henry had long since figured out how to get past it. Now he was off again, little legs pumping. “Henry, get back here!”

Andre didn’t even get to finish his meal—he had to go catch his runaway son.

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