Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance
Chapter 634

Mia zipped her son into a light blue jacket, making his rosy cheeks look even more adorable.

Cradling him, she declared, "Who was it again trying to kidnap my little guy? I, as his mom, need to settle that score personally." With that, she strode towards Andre, thrusting the bundled-up child into his arms, and commanded, "Hold him." Andre caught the little bundle with one hand, "Letting someone else handle it isn't enough for you, huh?"

"Exactly." Mia headed to the bathroom to sort the dirty clothes she and her son had taken off, calling back, "Honey, don't mix your dirty laundry with our son's anymore." Then, remembering her husband's teasing tone, she added, somewhat irritated, "And not with mine either." Andre was puzzled, "Why can't we mix ours? Our bodies mingle, but our dirty clothes can't?"

"Let's get this straight." Andre blocked the bathroom door, holding their son and confronting Mia.

A slightly intimidated Mia scrambled for an excuse, "My clothes are all light-colored, yours are dark. If your clothes bleed color, they'll ruin mine."

"Which of my clothes have ever bled color?"

Mia huffed, "You're such a buzzkill. Just got back and already giving me a hard time."

She pushed past him, darting out the door.

Leaving for breakfast, Jade stretched and yawned lazily, "Andre!" Her demeanor straightened up immediately upon seeing Andre.

"Bro, when did you get back?"

Andre, cradling their child, asked, "What did you do to Wesley yesterday?"

Molly, feeling guilty, couldn't meet Andre's gaze, "I didn't torment him, he was threatening us, saying he wouldn't let Mia and me go. We were terrified."

Mia nodded vigorously, "Yeah, honey. You have to avenge us. We were so scared."

Anya was stunned, hardly believing what she was hearing.

Soon, Hansen came down for breakfast and upon seeing his second son, felt a surge of support and immediately started to complain, "Andre, you really need to sort out your wife. Yesterday, our house was nearly turned upside down. Let me tell you about yesterday..." "Cough, cough." Mia coughed as a warning.

As if Hansen hadn't heard, he continued, "Mia was wearing a dress, I was worried she might trip over the hem and fall."

Andre's gaze fell on the delicate figure beside him.

That gaze wasn't easy for Mia to ignore. She had no choice but to speak up again, "Dad, let's not talk during meals."

Hansen pretended not to hear, "Your wife even fought in front of your son. If this continues, it's going to set a bad example for Henry. Moreover..."

"Dad, am I being too filial?"

Mia's look lacked any real intimidation as she stared at Hansen, her voice as gentle as a lamb, but her fist, not so much.

Andre's eyes lingered on his wife's clenched fist, a teasing smile at the corner of his mouth.

Seeing that fist, Hansen changed the subject, "Ah, and your sister. Molly came up with some scheme yesterday, she..." "Dad, do you want a peaceful old age?" Jade's light words immediately silenced their father's complaints.

Hansen ended with a resigned, "Just sort it out!"

"It needs sorting."

That morning, Andre visited Wesley's room, barely recognizing the beaten figure of Wesley before closing the door.

Mia and Molly, holding their babies, tried to eavesdrop but were stopped by two bodyguards, "Ms. Mia, young lady, Mr. Andre has instructed that you cannot come close." The sisters exchanged looks, frustrated at being kept away.

Later, Hansen entered without obstruction, continuing his tale of grievances!

By noon, Andre had left, and Wesley was moved out of the house.

Hansen stood by his second son, back straight as a rod.

"Everyone involved in yesterday's chaos, line up. The usual drill," Andre commanded.

The group lounging on the couch didn't move, looking at each other uncertainly.

"Do I need to call out names?" Andre scanned the room, his gaze landing on the four youngsters on the couch.

When no one moved, little Anya stood up, only for Leo to pull her back down, signaling her not to take the blame. Then, he stood up and walked over.

Molly also dropped the cushion she was holding and stood up dutifully.

Only Mia remained, Andre's gaze fixed on his scheming wife, "Three, two..."

"Honey, here's the baby." Mia stood up, handed over their son, and quickly joined the lineup.

Anya tried to follow but was pushed back by Leo, who gave her a stern look.

Anya didn't dare move closer, standing aside, overwhelmed by the tense atmosphere.

Leo was the first to speak, "Uncle, I just timed Mia's fight yesterday. That's all I did."

Mia tried to polish her own image, "Honey, I didn't do much either, just threw a few punches."

"Andre, I didn't do much, just talked a bit."

Andre retorted, "Throwing punches, and you think that's okay? Just talking, what about the chaos at home?"

Mia murmured, "I only fought because my son wanted to see. It's not my fault. If you're going to punish someone, punish your son." The scapegoat, Henry, "..."

Andre glanced at his still breastfeeding son, "He told you he wanted to see a fight with his mouth?"

Mia nodded, "Really, if you don't believe me, ask him if he called me mom yesterday."

Henry: "Ah ah"

Andre skipped over his wife's explanation, turning to his sister, waiting to hear how she'd talk her way out of this.

"Andre, I'm a married daughter, like water poured out. Only Chad can deal with me."

"Then call Chad. Let's see how he plans to deal with you," Andre challenged.

Knowing Chad was the only person who indulged her completely, Molly wasn't worried. She happily grabbed her phone and ran outside.

For a moment, Mia found herself envying Molly, who had a knack for playing both sides of her family like a pro. Whenever she stirred up trouble with the Byrnes, she'd claim, "I'm a Cedillo through and through, only my dad can handle me." And if the Cedillos were the ones dealing with her shenanigans, she'd switch gears, "I'm Chad's girl, he's the only one who can deal with me." Mia couldn't help feeling a bit shortchanged. Why didn't she have a brother to bail her out? And why, oh why, did she have to be married to Andre? Andre, seeing right through his young wife's thoughts, couldn't help but guess her every feeling!

In the front yard, Molly was dialing her lifeline,

"Big bro~" As soon as the call connected, Jade's sweet voice filled the air.

In his office, buried in case files, Officer Chad couldn't help but chuckle at the sound, "What's it this time? Trouble or more trouble?"

"It's neither, big bro. Can you come over and take me away, please?" Molly used her sweetest voice to coax him.

Chad was not having it, "No can do. I'm your brother-in-law, not your husband. If I keep showing up, people will talk." Molly kicked herself for the trap she'd set for herself.

In the front yard, Jade was sweet-talking Chad non-stop, trying to get him over, but Chad, holding a grudge, wouldn't budge.

Eventually, through some mysterious means, Jade actually managed to get Chad to come over.

Only when Chad arrived did he replace out about his girl's antics from the day before. "Home. Now. You owe me a hundred sit-ups." Suddenly, Mia found herself not so envious of her best friend anymore.