Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance novel Chapter 1762

Andre didn’t buy it for a second.

Still, he pulled up to the gates of Havenbrook University. Mia pointed at their son in the backseat. “Honey, what about him?”

Andre glanced back at their little guy, who blinked his bright eyes, looking from Dad to Mom with that innocent, confused look only kids can pull off.

What did he do this time?

“Go on to class, don’t worry,” Andre said, pausing. “I’ll deal with him.”

Mia hesitated, clearly debating if she should call in sick again, but Andre reassured her, “Relax. We’ve been raising him for almost four years. I can handle our wild child. Go, or you’ll be late. I’ll pick you up after class.”

“And I’ll come pick up Mommy too!” their son added enthusiastically.

Mia got out, still looking back with that reluctant mom face.

Andre and Henry watched her head inside. As soon as she was out of sight, Andre turned and gave their son a look—one that said, “I see you.” He groaned, “Henry, what did you do to my back seat? There are crumbs everywhere!”

Henry peeked at the mess and replied, all sweet and innocent, “But Daddy, it’s not dirty!”

Just then, Andre’s phone rang—Noah was calling. He locked the car doors, pulled out of the lot, and started in on his dad lecture as they drove to the office.

Henry, meanwhile, was sprawled out on the backseat floor, fishing out a cookie he’d dropped—and, of course, popped it right back into his mouth.

After all, Mom always said not to waste food, or else you’d get punished by the universe.

“Mommy, what does ‘punished by the universe’ mean?” he’d once asked.

His mom had answered, “It means getting your butt smacked.”

Henry frowned at the memory. “But you and Daddy smack my butt all the time.”

Mia had grinned, “That’s because the universe makes us do it. You think we want to? No way—you’re our favorite little guy.”

Honestly, ever since Henry started showing up at the office, the boss was a different man—no more yelling at the team, less lecturing, even giving people second chances.

Before, he’d get headaches because of Henry’s mom. Now? All about the kid.

Andre set the files down and went to drag his son—who was busy banging around in the hallway—back into his office.

He dropped Henry onto the rug, picked up his folders, and kept reading.

Noah asked, “Boss, about the meeting—what should we do with Henry?”

Andre looked up to see Henry ignoring the open space and instead climbing onto the coffee table, getting ready to launch himself onto the couch.

Andre let out a deep sigh.

Just as Henry made the leap onto the sofa, Andre made his decision. “Bring another chair into the conference room.”