Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance novel Chapter 829

The little toddler had no clue why he was there, squirming in his dad's arms and tapping his tiny hands against the tightly shut window, creating a dull thud against the glass. Before long, he stuck out his little tongue and started licking the window.

A young man exited the office building, looking noticeably thinner than before. Living away from home meant he had to handle everything himself, relying heavily on takeout since cooking was not his forte. His job wasn't as carefree as it used to be at Cedillo Inc. At the Cedillo Group, Leo's position was just beneath Andre's, but he still had the freedom to leave if he wanted...

Henry tapped on the window, babbling, "Mmm, ba-ba-ba, daddy, ba-ba."

Standing on his father's legs, the little tyke's shoes were nowhere to be found, his chubby feet stamping all over his dad's thighs. Kids always seem to find the highest spot to stand on.

His toes accidentally found the button for the window controls. With a bit of pressure, one side of the car window began to slowly descend, "Woah, ah, pfft," he watched the window open with glee, his little mouth shouting joyfully.

Andre had turned away for just a moment, and the window opened. He was anxious his nephew might spot him, but his son seemed more concerned that Leo wouldn't notice him, excitedly shouting out loud.

Andre quickly pulled his son back and swiftly closed the window.

Leo heard the shouting, glanced around, and only noticed an inconspicuous black sedan. He muttered, “Whose little rascal is making all this noise, just like Henry, so loud.” He found himself missing the often-annoying Henry.

He continued on his way home from work.

Back in the car, Henry's cries filled the space once again. All because he almost exposed his dad and got scolded for it. Andre picked up his son's chubby little feet, giving them a light smack, “Where did you toss your shoes this time?”

"Uwaa, waa~" Henry cried, showing off his tiny baby teeth, his little fists clenched tight, frustrated at being scolded again. After the reprimand, Andre had to wipe away his son's tears.

Looking at his son crying so hard, his whole little body straining, Andre pinched his son's chubby waist, "A bit of this chub could do your brother some good."

"Uwaa~ mama," Henry wanted his mom.

Andre bent down to find Henry's shoes under the seat, slipping them back on his feet; the child had tossed them into the backseat earlier. Considering his son's previous adventure with the window and the lack of a baby seat in the back, the doting father had to improvise.

Taking advantage of his son's inability to walk and only stand with support, he placed him on the floor mat in the backseat, letting him press his hands against the back of the seat, and left him be. Henry, standing all alone in the back, felt abandoned. Andre drove for a while, and his intermittent cries lasted the entire journey.

Arriving at Cedillo Inc., Andre emerged with his son, still sniffling, and handed the car keys to Noah, “Thanks.”

Noah didn’t dare ask why the president, with his luxury cars, would borrow his vehicle. Seeing Henry, crying and sweaty, his clothes soaked through, “President, is Henry okay?”

“It’s fine, let him cry. He'll stop when he's done.”

Andre didn’t linger, turning to go to the garage for his own car. This time, Henry saw the baby seat and knew it was for him, eagerly wanting it.

Meanwhile, father and son arrived home, and Leo also returned to his rented place.

Conner surveyed the surroundings downstairs, checking out the neighborhood environment. He recorded a video on his phone for his blind-date-turned-good-friend to share a glimpse.

“Knew you wouldn’t have been invited, just showing you around. It’s pretty average, full of renters, quite chaotic.”

Soon, Leo joined Conner, “Uncle, let's head upstairs.”