Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance novel Chapter 930

"I'm the real godfather, the rest are just fakes. Come here and let your real godfather give you a hug," Asher said as he playfully scooped Henry from Mars's arms.

Mars had been on the phone, aware that Andre was bringing his son today, so he slyly kept the news to himself, positioning himself closest to the door to be the first to claim Henry.

Sure enough, as soon as Andre walked in, a handsome face appeared in front of him and his son. "Son, your godfather has missed you so much," Asher cooed.

Henry looked terrified as he landed in the arms of his white godfather. Before he could even process what was happening, another intimidating figure with a scarred face, another godfather, swooped in to snatch him away.

And it didn’t end there; a refined man with glasses smiled gently, like a kidnapper offering candy, and said, "Son, let your godfather Yannick give you a hug."

Then there was Connor, a familiar face, "Come here to daddy, the rest of them are just troublemakers."

"Wahhh." Overwhelmed, Henry burst into tears, reaching out with little arms, tearfully looking for his dad's comforting embrace.

Andre stepped forward to pick him up, but the four men wouldn't give up. They huddled around, each trying to cuddle Henry, rubbing their faces against his, showing how much they adored him.

Andre headed to the water cooler, grabbed a baby bottle, and pulled out some formula from his pocket, slipping into his role as a devoted dad.

"What happened to Asher's face?" Andre asked.

Asher chuckled as he gently held Henry's tiny hand. "Caught off guard, nothing major."

Andre prepared the formula, expertly swirling the bottle, "Who did it?"

"We took care of it, didn't get much info though," Asher replied.

The men lounged on the sofa with Henry, each trying to make him laugh, although Henry's tears continued to fall like lost pearls.

Andre finished mixing the formula, handed the bottle to his son, and said, "Go on, you're so hungry you don't even have the energy to cry."

But Henry refused the bottle, wanting only his dad's arms around him.

Finally, Andre bent down, scooped up his son with one arm, and offered him the bottle, which Henry eagerly began to drink from.

The five men sat together, with Andre standing out, cradling his little one.

"Andre, being a milk dad doesn't seem to be making life easier for you. You take your son everywhere. Where's your wife?" Connor teased, seeking 'payback' for the previous night when Andre had revealed some details about Annie and him.

Andre shot a glance at his brother, swiftly turning the tables, "What's with the scratches on your neck?"

Everyone turned to Connor, surprised to see the marks, clearly made by a woman's nails.

Asher joked, "Wow, Connor, who ambushed you? Did you handle it? Daring enough to attack the thirteenth head of the Nettleton family, that's reckless. Tell us who it was, and we'll get revenge for you."

"Get lost," Connor grumbled, irritated by the mention of his neck.

"Last night, Andre said women love checks, so I offered her one, and she ripped it up. I chased after her, offered her money, and she nearly arrested me for bribing a cop and even considered investigating me. I'm so frustrated, with nowhere to vent," Connor complained.

Mars chimed in cheekily, "Connor, they were asking about your neck. Stick to the topic."

Connor sighed, "...She scratched me, okay?"

Teddy asked, "Why would she scratch you out of the blue?"