Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance novel Chapter 572

Naomi had just noticed that her sister-in-law, Mia, was missing again early in the morning.

Whipping out her phone, Mia tapped into Jade's social media feed. "Look, Chad's off today. And there, a fresh post from some gal pal featuring a man’s hand."

Mia didn't need to guess whose hand it was. "It's gotta be Chad. If Molly dared to post a pic of another guy's hand, Chad would track him down through cyberspace to his great-great-grandfather."

Naomi chuckled. "I never realized you young folks dated like this."

Mia shrugged. "It's not us, it's just Molly."

Teasing her sister-in-law, Naomi said, "You’re not so different, Mia. If your feed had some random guy's hand, do you really think Andre would let it slide?"

That hit home for Mia. She had always sympathized with her bestie Molly being under Chad's thumb, never realizing she was in the same boat...

As they shopped, Naomi and Mia chatted. "Mia, Chad and Molly—it’s not a recent thing, is it?"

Linking arms with Naomi, Mia confided, "I think Molly's been on his radar for a while."

Naomi nodded. "I agree, Chad’s no simpleton."

The two strolled through the mall, seemingly mother and daughter in age, yet chatting like best friends without a generational gap. Sometimes, Mia loved talking with Naomi, who could map out the entire Cedillo family tree. As a Cedillo daughter-in-law, especially with the holidays around the corner, Mia wanted to avoid any name mix-ups.

Last holiday season, Mia and her husband paid their family visits. The usually vivacious Mia clung to her husband's side, prompting playful jabs. "Looks like Andre has got himself a little shadow. Wherever Andre goes, Mia follows."

Andre had to laugh it off. "My Mia is new to all this, first-year jitters."

Though shy, Mia knew how to charm the elders with her sweet words when receiving gifts. "Thank you, Auntie, may your New Year be filled with prosperity" and "Thanks, Uncle, wishing you a joyous and fortunate new year."

Then, people would tease, "Stoic Andre has got himself a wife with a honeyed tongue."

Chatting away, they wandered into a store.

Naomi picked out clothes for Mia. "You look great in lighter colors, makes you look younger. Dark colors drain you, make you seem older."

Mia retorted playfully, "I am young. If I don’t dress maturely, I'll outshine my own husband."

Naomi's laughter filled the air. Happiness was key, and sharing it with someone who could make you smile was even more precious.

Naomi asked with a smile, "What woman couldn't Andre have?"

Mia replied with a mix of an answer and a tease, "And what man couldn't I have? I may be a mom, but I can hold my own against anyone."

After that, Mia had won Naomi over even more. "If I had a daughter, I’d want her to be just like you."

Eventually, Mia bought clothes in both light and dark shades.

Passing a baby store, Mia dragged Naomi inside, and they emerged with several bags.

Pausing in front of a men's clothing store, Mia looked at Naomi with a smile.

Once out of the elevator, the baby's pout and plump cheeks were on full display, his cries resuming with vigor.

The staff in the CEO's office were stunned, pausing to take in the sight of the small, tearful figure.

"Why is he still so adorable when he cries?" someone exclaimed.

Noah was flabbergasted, his boss was known for keeping work and personal life separate, and bringing his child to work was a shocker.

Hearing the commotion, Noah snapped everyone back to reality, "Clock in, get to work."

Leo followed Andre into his office.

Soon after, Andre returned from making formula, moving quickly to comfort his son.

When the front door opened, the intermittent cries of a little one echoed from inside. Through the sobs, you could just make out Leo's soothing voice, "Henry, how about we video call Auntie Anya? She's great at cheering you up."

Andre had just finished preparing the formula. He gave the bottle a gentle shake, testing the temperature against his wrist before scooping up his son from the couch with one hand and slipping the nipple into his mouth.

The little guy took a few eager gulps, then realizing something was off, he started wailing anew.

"Uncle, maybe I should go fetch Aunt Mia?" Leo suggested, his heart going out to the child, already calling Mia 'Auntie' in his concern.

Andre frowned, his eyes full of compassion. "Let Mia have a day off today."