Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance novel Chapter 860

Hansen waved off the concern, "I got everything sorted last night."

Mia's eyes sparkled with laughter, "Then let's not waste any time, let's head out." She hadn't tried the tubing yet~

Hansen, just as eager, chimed in, "Let's go, let's go."

On the return trip, little Henry was nestled in the back seat with his grandpa, nibbling fruit and sipping his drink, while Mia navigated from the front passenger seat.

When they reached the tubing spot, Andre parked the car, leaving the engine running. Hansen, full of excitement, exclaimed, “Andre, my boy, I’m joining in too!”

Andre turned around with a smile, “Dad, I'm leaving Henry with you while I go with Mia.”

Hansen's grin froze, “What? You’d take your wife over your old man?”

Did having a wife make him forget about his dad?

Andre explained, “I checked earlier, and you’re too old while Henry’s too young; neither of you can join in.”

Hansen watched Mia, buzzing with excitement, dash off to buy tickets, soon returning with two. “Dad, please look after Henry for us.”

Suddenly, Hansen recalled the afternoon's events. His eyes widened in realization, “Ah, I see now! I thought Mia was being sweet, skipping tubing to keep me company. Turns out, you two couldn’t go with Henry, so I’m just the babysitter!”

Andre sheepishly admitted, “It was my plan.”

Hansen’s face flushed with the same frustration his grandson had shown earlier, “... I swear, you need a dose of ‘chicken soup’ for that conscience of yours!”

Every day, Hansen found himself frustrated by his daughter, tricked by his son, fooled by his daughter-in-law, or worn out by his grandson!

“This isn’t a life for the faint-hearted,” Hansen muttered, glancing out at the man onshore, helping his wife into a life jacket with utmost patience and care. Hansen couldn’t believe this was his own son.

“I can’t watch, it just makes my blood boil.”

He stepped out of the car, carrying Henry, “I’m taking my grandson for some fresh air.”

With that, he strolled over to the railing with Henry, pointing at the couple, “Look, Henry, there’s your mom and dad, having fun without us.”

Henry turned, scanning the throngs of people.

Mia was already in line, snapping pictures with her phone.

Andre, ever the worrier, double-checked her life jacket. Mia once said that the more he cared, the more he fussed, needing to verify everything ten times over.

Spotting the little duo, Mia called out, “Hey, Henry, Mom and Dad are here~”

Henry saw them and wailed, “Waaahhh!” He wanted to join in too.

Andre noticed them and called out, “Dad, bring him over, he’s strong and will wriggle; you won't be able to hold him.”

Hansen quickly secured his grip as Henry started to squirm, “Daddy~” his call was clear and strong.

Andre chuckled, taking off his sunglasses, “Be good, we’ll be back soon to get you.”

“Doesn’t that person look like Andre?” someone nearby pointed out in astonishment.

“Andre? Sure does look like him.”

Andre, almost like a celebrity rarely seen in public, was a sight they could hardly believe.

Their surprise encounter left them questioning their eyes.

As the raft set off, everyone in their life jackets, Henry soon lost track of his parents amid the crowd, scanning every face.

The onlookers continued their excitement, “He really looked like Andre, check out my video.”

Hansen commented, “That’s not just a lookalike, that’s him. Heartless, off tubing with his wife, leaving his old man and son on the shore.”

The “old man” being Hansen himself.

And the “son”...

Their eyes landed on the chubby toddler, “Is that Henry?”