Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance
Chapter 807

Mia wasn't the least bit worried about any punishment. After all, there was nothing Andre could really hold over her. So when her vacation got canceled as a consequence, she just shrugged it off. "Fine, no big deal," she snapped, "I wasn't dying to go on a trip with you anyway."

But when Andre opened his mouth again, Mia's temper flared up. "That ice cream is off-limits for you, mister. Don't even dream about having a scoop this summer!" "Andre! You wouldn't dare!" Mia challenged, but Andre had already given the orders.

Fuming, Mia gave Andre's arm a good slap. "Why did I even marry someone so controlling?" she muttered, storming out of the living room and leaving Andre to stew.

The staff, unsure of what to do, whispered among themselves about whether Mrs. Andre's anger meant they could keep the ice cream.

Watching Mia leave, Andre headed to Naomi's room. "Naomi, hand over Henry," he called.

Naomi and Bruce held onto their little bundle of joy. "Mia, let Henry hang out with Naomi tonight. He's staying put."

Mia pointed at the chubby little guy in his uncle's arms. "Henry, get over here."

Henry, having come to terms with the name after much crying, clung tighter to his uncle's neck, sensing his mom's fury. This endearing move made his uncle melt, leading to some shameless spoiling.

This habit, developed in infancy, meant that in future mischief, when Mia was on the warpath, Henry would dart behind his uncle and aunt for cover.

"If you don't show up tonight, don't bother coming back at all. Just as infuriating as your dad," Mia huffed, slamming her bedroom door.

"Mr. Andre, should we still hand out the ice cream?" the staff inquired.

Andre instructed, "Take half to those braving the heat outside, and keep the rest for us."

The staff chuckled, "Mr. Andre, you sure do spoil her."

Andre scoffed, "She doesn't see it that way."

She didn't care about going away with him, wondered why she married him-despite his endless love, she just grew bolder.

In her room, Mia fumed at her desk. Andre, changing clothes, didn't say a word and went to fetch his son. Naomi and Bruce still wouldn't budge.

At dinner, when called, Mia stubbornly declared, "I'm not eating. Just ice cream."

Andre told the staff, "If she's not eating, let her be."

Downstairs, Henry sat naked in his special chair, his dad on one side, the other side empty. "Mommy Mommy," he called.

Andre mixed his food and fed him a spoonful. "Your mom's not eating," he said.

Despite Hansen's objections, they ended up donating another prized vase, but managed to keep one set.

In her room, Mia chatted with Molly, "Got any plans this weekend? Wanna hang out?"

Molly asked, "Bringing the guys?"

"Nope."

"Then I'm in."

At the Byrne family dinner, Chad glanced at his wife's phone. "Put the phone down during meals."

Molly mischievously sent Chad a message, then set her phone down. Shortly after, Chad's phone buzzed. He read it and smiled, "Dinner time, phones down."

Chad chuckled, putting his phone away.

That evening, Naomi hesitated to bathe Henry in the bedroom, fearing he'd be scolded. Instead, she gathered his bath items and washed him in the courtyard under a sky painted in orange hues, with the gentle breeze creating a serene scene. Even without words, Henry's cheerful voice filled the yard. His uncle and aunt, despite getting soaked, happily chatted with him as they bathed him.

Hansen and his second son were at odds, each avoiding the other.

Naomi could be heard, "Hurry and bring him back; he's got a mosquito bite on his arm."

Andre wrapped Henry in a towel, drying his damp hair. "Say 'daddy.""

"Baba! Daddy-" Henry chirped.

Andre kissed his little cheek.

Still upset, Mia came downstairs, dropped off Henry's baby powder, lotion, and pajamas, and left again.

Henry, gnawing on his hand, watched his mom leave, then turned to his dad, starting to cry softly.

After a few cries, his uncle whisked him back to the bedroom.

As the sky darkened, Andre returned to the bedroom. Seeing Mia, fresh from a bath and applying ointment, he silently took over, gently cleaning and reapplying the ointment.

Drying her hair was another task Andre handled, the hum of the hairdryer the only sound.

Hansen visited his wife's portrait, "If I'd known letting Andre live alone would change him like this, I'd have never let him go. Even bossing me around now. He gave away my ice cream, sigh, what's become of me? Visit him in his dreams, give him a talking-to, then come to mine, let's chat."

During Andre's rebellious teenage years, he lived alone, almost estranged from his father. Hansen always thought it was their family's good karma that kept him on the right path.

Yet, Andre had his flaws too. No one's perfect.

Soon, the butler knocked, "Sir, could you step out for a moment?"

Hansen opened the door, "What's up?"

"Mr. Andre didn't give away all the ice cream; he kept half."

"Really? Take me to see."

Upon seeing it, Hansen felt genuine surprise, even less upset about the donated vase. "Does Mia know?"

The butler shook his head.

Hansen, mischievous as ever, decided, "Don't tell her! Let her unknowingly give Andre a hard time. Perfect for a little payback."