Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance novel Chapter 1795

Naomi was wiped out and took a seat on the sidelines, quietly recording a video to send to her son.

Over at the Calder family’s dinner table, Leo scrolled through his phone, caught the video, and grinned. “Looks like the old man finally found someone who can really give him a run for his money.”

Anya, gently tousling Blake’s hair, glanced over. “Wow, Aunt and Uncle are playing badminton—and Grandpa can actually keep up! That’s impressive.”

Blake, perched on his sister’s lap, spotted Tiger and Dragon in the background, helping pick up stray birdies. It had been ages since he’d seen them, and honestly, he barely remembered their faces.

Leo shook his head, a little proud. “Mia won gold at a junior high tennis competition. The national team even came knocking, but since Jade and I both turned them down, she wasn’t interested, either. Don’t let her fool you—she was a total champ as a kid. Couldn’t finish the 800-meter run, but she’d breeze through the 1,000. Just depends on her mood.”

The Irvin family had always raised their daughter to stand up for herself. Still, with Mia’s sweet, round face, people often forgot just how tough she really was.

Hansen had been running on fumes for a while. Not wanting to lose face, he kept playing a bit longer, but finally, he dropped his arms. “Alright, I’m out. Mia’s got some serious game.”

Molly had already called it quits. “Dad, did you really not think about why my sister picked badminton? I told you, watch out for Mia. She nearly made the national tennis team, and badminton was her first sport before she switched.”

Andre watched his wife with new eyes, a little in awe. Who would’ve thought his gentle kitten had been such a powerhouse as a kid?

Mia was drenched in sweat, her shirt sticking to her back. “Dad, you’re not bad yourself. I believe you’re the best at work now.”

Bruce hadn’t moved like that in years. He rolled his shoulders, stretching out. “Feels amazing to get moving again. Mia, how about we make this a weekly thing? Family sports day, and you’re in charge.”

Hansen was quick to protest. “No way. Count me out.”

For once, Molly sided with her dad. “Big bro, you’re not tired? Mia, go get him—make sure he’s too sore to work tomorrow.”

“Yeah, Mia, go!” Hansen added, egging her on.

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