Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance novel Chapter 1766

Henry stuck out his bottom lip. “Alright, Daddy, I get it.”

Hansen, playing the wise grandpa, scooped up his little grandson and settled into the backseat of another car.

Mother and son both rolled down their windows, waving at each other. Henry called out, “Grandma, bring me snacks!”

Mia waved back. “Sorry, honey, not today. Mommy’s got classes all day.”

In the car, Hansen asked, “Henry, can your mom just walk into your school?”

Henry shook his head. “My mom’s got special connections.”

The two cars cruised along until they reached a fork in the road and split up.

In their car, Andre glanced at Mia. “Mia, stop bringing him food at school. If you keep spoiling him, he’ll never eat his lunch.”

Mia laughed. “Babe, I only go when I’m free. And after he swiped my pancake on the first day, I just check on him. If I bring food, I feed him myself—he doesn’t get to grab it.”

Sometimes Henry would reach his little arms through the gate, but Mia would always step back, not letting him touch the food. Henry would pout, whine, and call, “Mommy!” but Mia would only feed him a couple of bites before sending him off.

“But since you said so, I’ll cut back,” Mia promised, suddenly all sweet and obedient.

Andre glanced at her in the rearview mirror, that little smile on his lips. With one hand on the wheel and the other patting her thigh, he teased, “Let’s see how long my good little kitten stays on her best behavior.”

Mia shot him a look. “Andre, what’s that supposed to mean?”

And just like that, her obedience was gone in a flash.

Henry scrunched up his nose. “Grandpa, did you hear that? He’s talking gobbledygook again.”

“What? You call that ‘gobbledygook’ instead of ‘babble’?”

Henry and Johnny walked into school together. Thanks to these two little rascals, the kindergarten had worked overtime last night, installing cameras in every hallway and corner—no spot left unwatched.

The boy Henry had frightened into tears the day before came over, trying to be friendly. “Hi, I’m Swift. What’s your name?”

Henry froze, chewing his lip. Once again, he didn’t understand a word. If only Dad was here to translate—this was so inconvenient.

After yesterday’s drama, Henry didn’t dare call his uncle again. He didn’t want to scare anyone else into crying.

“Teacher!” Henry shouted across the playground, looking for help.