Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance novel Chapter 1855

"Then I'll take you to the fencing club tomorrow," Andre said.

As they walked, Henry chattered away. "Are you going to practice with me, Dad?"

"If you want me to, I will."

Henry pouted his little lips. "Dad, do you even know how? If you don't, I'll have to teach you."

Andre gave a dry laugh. "You'll find out tomorrow."

The next day, when Henry was crying after being thoroughly defeated by his dad, he no longer underestimated him. The little guy had completely abandoned the rules, wildly swinging his foil and basically turning it into a brawl.

But today, father and son were getting along just fine.

Andre set his son in his chair in the dining room, and the staff began serving oatmeal.

Five minutes later, Chad appeared carrying a yawning Wayne. "Brother!"

Henry picked up a piece of pancake from his plate and held it out. "Here, Wayne."

Wayne leaned forward so enthusiastically to grab it that he nearly tipped over backward.

Luckily, Chad caught him just in time and set him in his high chair. "You have your own food. Don't take your brother's."

Bruce Cedillo, having finished his morning workout, walked into the dining room. "Is Dad not up yet?"

After breakfast, Chad asked the staff to pack some food for Molly, then he and his son went upstairs to wake her.

Before heading to work, Bruce also asked someone to check on his father.

The chaotic energy of Jade sharply contrasted with Hansen's slow, yawning morning routine.

Molly wished she had ten hands, while Hansen was leisurely eating breakfast and reading the newspaper.

The morning routine finally ended with the sharp slam of a door.

Chad drove off, with Molly eating her breakfast in the passenger seat.

Molly finally noticed that he was missing his thick winter jacket.

"Why didn't you say anything when I grabbed you?"

Wayne blinked, looking utterly helpless. In his sweet baby voice, he replied, "I did. Mom didn't hear me."

"Who were you calling out to?"

"Brother."

Molly was speechless. It served her right for not hearing him.

Since he was already in the car, he might as well enjoy a day trip to her office.

When they arrived, Coleen Byrne was thrilled to see her grandson. Perhaps it was her age, but lately, her phone wallpaper had been replaced by a photo of Wayne.

She used to maintain a strict, professional demeanor, discussing business strategies with her peers at high-profile events. Her desk used to hold elegant portraits of her daughter; now, they had all been swapped out for pictures of her grandson. Her daughter's photos were relegated to a dusty bookshelf.