Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance novel Chapter 1433

The sisters fell silent. After three seconds, they blurted out together, “Anya!”

They exchanged a satisfied nod, clearly thrilled with their little scheme.

By the doorway, the man listened to their plotting, watched their backs as they walked away, then quietly turned and headed back to his study.

The next day, Anya was back again, ready to find her own little “paradise.”

Come evening, it was Leo’s turn to demand his slice of “paradise.”

With an armful of stuffed animals, Mia and Molly looked at each other. “Anya, come here. Auntie Mia and Auntie Molly have something to tell you.”

And so, the three of them slipped away right under Andre’s nose.

Even Chad couldn’t help but ask, “Andre, what are those two scheming now?”

Andre gritted his teeth and took a long breath. “Chad, from now on, let’s take turns coming home. You do Monday, Wednesday, Friday—I’ll take Tuesday, Thursday, Saturday.”

Hansen, busy playing mahjong, piped up, “What about Sundays?”

Lately, Hansen had switched to mahjong, since he kept losing at cards and his kids refused to top up his game tokens. The endless ads made him grumpy, but at least mahjong let him play a bit longer before he ran out of luck.

He’d overheard the kids’ plotting too.

Andre glanced at his dad. “You get Sundays off.”

Hansen just stared at him, speechless.

He muttered, “Some son you are. You drag your wife and her wild ideas back here to torment me. But if you weren’t a decent son, you wouldn’t even give me a day off.”

Out in the yard, Anya looked as if she’d just been entrusted with a sacred mission. She nodded solemnly. “Don’t worry, Auntie Mia, Auntie Molly. I’m your best back-up. If Uncle Andre complains, I’ll just blame it all on Chad~”

Molly gave Anya’s shoulder a gentle pat. “Sweetheart, next time around, make sure you’re born as my real niece.”

Naomi was finally starting to relax and smile.

Coleen, for once, wasn’t thinking about work or chores. Lying under the blue sky and drifting clouds, their little complaints were nothing but happy, harmless grumbles.

“So now I get why the kids are always itching to play,” Madison said with a laugh.

“They’re having the time of their lives, but Andre’s the one left worrying,” she added.

Everyone knew Andre’s house was chaos central—you never knew what the kids might get up to if you looked away for even a second.

Madison, stretched out on the beach with her sunglasses, let out a contented sigh. “Sometimes, I think marrying off a daughter is the best. I don’t have to worry about her messes anymore. The ‘burden’ is all on my son-in-law now. Maybe that’s a little unfair to Andre—”

Naomi jumped in. “But he loves it, you can tell. Who ever thought we’d see Andre like this? He acts all stern, but he’s about to spoil them rotten.

Back when Leo was a kid and acted up, Andre would just smack him. Now, with his wife and son, Andre raises his hand but can’t bring himself to follow through. Well, he’s strict with Henry, but with Mia? He just puts on a grumpy face and grumbles. Have you ever really seen Andre get mad? In the end, he just stews quietly—he can’t even bring himself to scold Mia.”