Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance novel Chapter 1462

Andre’s side of the bed was right next to the walk-in closet. He stared at the little “surprise” under the covers, swallowing hard. Turns out, he’d just missed this playful side of Mia.

He was about to throw back the blanket and get up when—click—the closet door shut. When Mia came out, she’d changed into different pajamas and shot him an icy glare. “Andre, let me show you how a real silent treatment works!”

She grabbed her pillow, spun on her heel, and stormed out.

Andre watched her go. “Where are you off to?”

SLAM—the bedroom door rattled in her wake.

Andre: …

In the kids’ room, Mia gently scooted her three little ones into more comfortable positions, made herself some space, and slid under the covers with them. But no matter how she tried, she just couldn’t fall asleep. After a while, she crawled over to take a closer look at her adorable Henry.

She counted his tiny toes, compared his chubby foot to her own hand, and then took his little hand and kissed it softly.

With Henry sleeping peacefully, it felt like the whole world softened—a sliver of moonlight seemed to wrap him in a gentle glow. He rolled over, head tilted back, lost in his own dreams.

His hand landed on Ash, who was sleeping nearby. Mia pulled Ash close for a cuddle but kept a little distance from her precious Henry. Wayne, meanwhile, was sleeping soundly with no pillow, no blanket—out like a light. Good thing their aunt was there to tuck him in and adjust his covers.

A little while later, someone tried the doorknob from outside, but it wouldn’t budge—the door was locked.

Andre: “…Open the door.”

Usually, the kids’ room never got locked. The three little ones couldn’t even reach the lock, and parents were always coming in to check on them. But tonight, Mia had made sure to lock it—she wasn’t about to risk any awkward run-ins.

Andre knew immediately that Mia was inside. He started knocking.

But Mia wasn’t about to give in. If it’s a cold war he wants, she’d show him what that really meant.

Andre knocked again, his voice softer now. “The bed’s too small. You’ll be uncomfortable. Come back to our room.”

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