Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance
Chapter 846

Molly: "Well, since Chad's not around, I'm heading out too."

By evening, when Henry was about to hit the sack, his aunt dropped by. She swooped in, snatching up the little bundle of joy, showering him with hugs and kisses. The kid was so sleepy he could barely keep his eyes open, yet the room was buzzing with adults doting on him.

At the first whimper, they all handed the baby over to Mia. It seemed like Mia had a magic touch; she cradled him, patted his little bottom, and he calmed down in no time.

As the night grew darker, they stopped teasing Henry, and Mia turned to Molly. "Chad mentioned you've been busy, so I didn't want to bug you, but how's everything at the factory?"

"It's alright, we're a pretty laid-back family. We chalked up the money lost as just bad luck. But the arsonist is still out there. Oh, did you manage to ask Annie and Conner about that thing I mentioned?"

Mia chuckled, "Did I just blow $50 for nothing?"

They both knew the answer, neither had any news to share. Sensing Molly's unease, Mia encouraged, "Come on, just spill it. No need to beat around the bush with me."

"Mia, I have a hunch about someone, but no proof."

Mia leaned in, "Who?"

"My cousin Saul. It's a thin connection-he used to work in that position years ago. But that doesn't mean he'd set the place on fire. My mom thinks it's a bit of a stretch." Mia nodded, "Suspicion's just the start. Next, you gotta try and disprove it. If you can't, well, it kinda becomes evidence."

Molly sank into Chad's couch, "Evidence... Mia, I need your help."

Mia hesitated, "...I'm nervous."

"Nervous about what?"

"Us three together never end well."

Molly stood up, grinning, "No worries, Leo's not here this time, so our 'curse' doesn't count."

Mia asked, "So, what do you need me to do?"

They leaned in, whispering conspiratorially. Just then, Chad descended the stairs, picked up his sweetly dreaming son, and told his wife and sister, "Time to hit the hay."

They exchanged a knowing look, nodding, "Alright, we'll chat on the phone tomorrow."

One followed her husband, while the other headed to the guest room. Chad carefully laid his little bundle on the bed, but as soon as his bottom hit the mattress, it was like flipping a switch.

Little hands reached out, grabbing his dad's arm, whimpering and crying. Chad had no choice but to pick him up and try settling him back to sleep. After several tries, the cries only got louder, threatening to wake him completely.

He'd napped well earlier, so if he woke up now, he'd be wide-eyed all night. So, Chad handed him to his wife, and Mia swiftly laid him on the bed. Oddly, with Chad's gentle care, Henry seemed ready to wake up crying. But Mia's quick, rough approach-tossing him on the bed and rolling him over-left him pouting but soon asleep.

"Why didn't he cry?" Chad mused, puzzled by the change in his son's behavior.

Mia laughed, "I moved so fast, he didn't even get a chance to start crying."

Going to bed early meant waking up early. The next morning, Chad found Henry standing by the bedhead, crying and sweaty, unsure how long he'd been at it. Seeing his dad, Henry reached out with chubby arms, crying to be held. But he misjudged his balance, and with a "thump," he toppled back onto the blanket, legs flailing in the air. His cries escalated from sparklers to full-blown firecrackers.

He cried because he fell, even though it was his doing. Meanwhile, his dad was chuckling, charmed by the cute little tumble. Chad, grinning, quickly scooped up his darling son, kissed his sweaty little face, "It's ok, no harm done."

He wiped away the tears and sweat, adding, "It doesn't hurt; you're low to the ground, the impact was light, plus, Dad got you the softest mattress. You barely felt a thing."

Henry clung to his dad's shirt, still feeling a little hard done by. Chad's heart softened. He took him to the bathroom for a quick wash, then downstairs to prepare formula with one hand.

Every now and then, he let Henry stand at the water dispenser, hands on his shoulders for support, as Henry cautiously reached for the milk with one hand while holding onto his dad with the other.

Chad carefully adjusted the water temperature, handing the bottle to his eager little munchkin. Afterward, he told the maid, "Start on breakfast. Henry's having fish soup this morning."

Glancing at his son's round little face, still glistening with tears, he wiped Henry's eyes again, saying, "Need to boost your smarts a bit, have some fish."

In the early morning, he took his son to the gym. Henry stood by the exercise equipment, with Chad watching him. They didn't exchange words, but the silence was comforting.

Mia woke up and started rallying her sisters to get up. Without a word, she brought her son along to their bedrooms. In five minutes, Molly, with bedhead hair, emerged carrying her little dumpling. "Mia, thanks for the baby alarm clock." "Anytime."

Early that morning, Chad drove his sister to Chade Inc., asking about how things were going at her company. Mia was also juggling her own little one at home. "How am I supposed to look into what Aunt asked me? I've got you to carry, dragging my feet, can't get a thing done."

Lazy Henry suddenly flopped into his mom's arms, his soft and sweet presence making Mia reluctant to let go. "Don't cry, okay? I'll push you in the stroller today. If you don't cooperate, I'll leave you halfway." "Mommy~"

Mia ruffled his little round head, picked up her son, and headed to his playroom. Henry had a playroom, a gift from his dad. Inside were toys family and friends had bought for him over the years from a baby walker to a mini-electric car. Mia picked a favorite stroller, placed him in it, packed the essentials, and went out for a "walk."

The next day at the office, Leo noticed colleagues keeping their distance. Known for his stoic demeanor, rumors had spread about Vincent's newfound favoritism, even taking Leo out for meals and showing him undue affection.

If Leo became Vincent's right-hand man, folks worried he might report their work activities or make things rough for anyone he didn't like.

Sitting at his desk, Leo caught snippets of whispered conversations about him. He stayed silent, but Lee approached him warmly. "Leo, did you have breakfast? I picked up some bagels on the way, want to try one?"