Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance novel Chapter 1794

“Can’t I win, just once?”

Mia grinned at her husband. “Babe, you’re not supposed to win, but hey, you can always ask.”

Andre puffed up. “If I win, Mia has to do whatever I say.”

Mia didn’t even look up from her notebook. “Sure, but my obedience comes with an expiration date—one day only. Otherwise, it’s highway robbery. And what if you lose?”

Andre shrugged. “You can write whatever punishment you want.”

With a mischievous twinkle, Mia scribbled something on the page, then spun around to find her next victim. “Naomi, your turn!”

Meanwhile, Henry and Wayne each clutched a badminton racket, inspecting a tiny hole in the grass. Their little fingers poked around, curiosity written all over their faces.

Not really sure how this game worked, they tried digging with their rackets, but only managed to nudge a bit of dirt. Then they spotted a shuttlecock on the ground. Remembering that time Uncle Cooper played soccer with his nephew—and confusing “badminton” for “football”—the boys decided it was a ball to kick.

That didn’t go so well, so they started stomping on it instead.

The butler scurried over to save the battered shuttlecock.

“Henry, sweetheart, come here. Time to write your punishments,” Mia called.

Henry looked up, a little suspicious. “Why do we get punished?”

“Because losers get a penalty. That’s the rule.”

Henry’s eyes darted. “Well, what if we win?”

Mia, playing it up, gave a mock gasp. “Not a chance! I’d never let you win.”

“Hmph! Just wait, we’re totally gonna win!” Henry declared.

“Oh, kids. Always so optimistic.” Mia grinned as she wrote, “If you lose, tomorrow you have to say ‘bloopity-bloop’ all day. If you win, you have to speak English all day. Deal?”

Henry nodded, serious as ever. “Deal!”

Hansen watched the whole thing, shaking his head with a chuckle. “That boy’s got his aunt’s brains, for sure.”

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