Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance novel Chapter 1796

At the dinner table, Henry was a handful today, but he was wiped out too—turns out, being a little rascal takes some serious energy.

“Henry, did you win or lose today?”

With his face buried in his bowl, Henry was munching away, barely pausing for breath. When he finally looked up, there was a tiny bit of rice stuck to his cheek. “Mom, I have no idea,” he said, his mouth still full of chicken.

“So, tomorrow, are you sticking with your silly sounds, or are we speaking English?”

It finally hit Henry—wait a minute, wasn’t it all the same to him?

When he realized he’d been tricked, his parents decided their “punishment” would be that the whole family had to speak English with Henry the next day.

Hansen said, “Mia, why don’t you take Henry back to Maplewood Estates tomorrow? You two can come back after everything’s done.”

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By the time the evening rolled around, everyone was exhausted. Chad wanted his wife to stretch out a bit, worried she’d be sore the next day. But at home, Jade was famous for her “move as little as possible” approach—if she could avoid it, she wasn’t budging. After all the running around today, he just knew tomorrow would be nonstop, “Chad, help me!”

But Jade was already done for the day. After her shower, she handed their son off to Chad and flopped straight onto the bed.

“Chad, Chad, Chad—”

She started calling for him immediately.

Chad came over. “What’s up?”

“I forgot to get some water.”

Chad scooped up their son, plopped him gently on the bed, and went downstairs to get water for both of them.

After her shower, Mia stretched out on the bed. “I feel reborn—seriously, I was so sweaty, it was disgusting. How does my kid go to school every day all dirty and not even care?”

Henry crawled over. “Mom, I don’t mind.”

Andre looked down at his son’s chubby little cheeks, then glanced over at his wife’s round face. “He’s not going to turn out ugly. Just look at his genes.”

After all that activity, they all fell asleep early.

Meanwhile, the Solomon family was still up.

Abby and her dad stood awkwardly in the bedroom, not sure what the sleeping arrangement should be.

Mars, the soon-to-be son-in-law, hadn’t left yet. “You two have shared a room for decades. Why so shy now?”

Milka gave him a look. “Um, Dad, Mom, I’m going to walk Mars out. I’ve got to go back to the office tonight.”

She hustled Mars out the door. “What is wrong with you? My parents are still technically separated.”

“Not sharing a room tonight, still separated tomorrow,” Mars said, totally deadpan. “Just takes one honest push and they’ll be back together before you know it.”