Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance novel Chapter 622

Andre stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray, “All cleaned up.”

After hanging up the phone, Conner glanced at the clock, “All done for the day. So, what's next?”

Andre stood up, grabbing his suit jacket from the back of his chair, “Heading home. It's getting late, Mia and the kids are waiting. My boy just rolled over for the first time today.”

Conner stood up too, stretching his neck and feeling quite pleased with himself for the day's outcomes, “Mind if I hitch a ride? I'll come over tomorrow to see the little champ.”

At some ungodly hour, when the moon shyly hid behind clouds and the earth was silent, Andre arrived home.

He quietly pushed open the bedroom door to find a warm, yellow nightlight left on for him, his wife and child snuggled together in bed. The little one, usually buzzing until midnight, had dozed off with tiny feet poking out from under the covers.

Mia, too, was asleep, one arm wrapped around their son, a picture of maternal warmth.

Seeing them, Andre smiled. He quietly undressed and headed for a shower, inadvertently waking his waiting wife.

Rubbing her eyes, Mia adjusted their son into a more comfortable position and then followed Andre to the bathroom. “Did I wake you?” Andre asked, seeing his wife's sleepy awakening, endearing in her grogginess.

Mia yawned, “Honey, why are you home so late tonight?”

“Just swamped at work,” Andre replied.

As Mia went to pick up her husband's dirty clothes, she noticed the strong scent of smoke on them. She didn't press the issue, though, instead checking his pockets before tossing the clothes into the laundry hamper.

While Andre showered, Mia chatted, “Our son rolled over today. Waited up for you till midnight, but his little eyes couldn't stay open any longer and he fell asleep in my arms.”

After his shower, Andre joined his family in bed, lying beside his son, “Mia, I have to go abroad for work tomorrow. While I'm gone, stay here, don't go back to our place.”

“I wouldn't want to go back anyway; it's too big and empty without you. It scares me at night,” she confessed.

The couple talked into the night until their breaths evened out in sleep, their son snugly nestled between them, a picture of ordinary happiness.

The next day, Conner came over, fussing over the little one and even shooting a video to share, “Everyone, come see our little munchkin.”

Meanwhile, the police received a report of a burnt car and a charred body found inside.

Chad listened briefly to the report and moved on, planning a trip to the bridal shop with Donnie for wedding attire.

Donnie, distracted, discussed a recent case with some colleagues. “The victim had been beaten up, bones broken all over, even his jaw seemed fractured.”

Chad froze. Only those first on the scene knew about the jaw fracture.

In the morgue, as the medical examiner shared his findings, a new intern was overwhelmed by the sight and smell, rushing out to vomit.

Easton sneered at the youth's weakness.

With the message from Tom still fresh in her mind, Jillian looked at Old Walker's incoming call like it was a hot potato, unsure of what to do next.

Neither Jillian nor Old Walker could get through to Tom, both of them furrowing their brows in concern as their unease grew.

“What on earth is happening? Why can't we get ahold of anyone?”

Old Walker said to his son, “AJ, I need you to head to Havenbrook right now and find out what's going on.”

This was a matter of life and death; clarity was essential.

Unable to establish contact with Tom, Jillian had no choice but to drive back home.

Andre's plane landed late at night, and he was picked up by the head of the international division.

He traveled under the radar, this trip being a personal matter with very few in the know.

Once he landed, Andre sent a quick message to his wife to let her know he was safe.

Back home, Mia started complaining, “Honey, your son has been a total slob without you here; he won't take a bath. Me, Anya, and Naomi all together couldn't manage to get him cleaned up. It was like wrestling a pig into a bath tonight. You better hurry back and deal with your precious boy yourself.”

Andre chuckled, “Don't let him get away with it. If he needs a little discipline, don't hesitate to lay down the law.”