Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance novel Chapter 1885

Henry's school officially let out for the holidays.

Mia held her son's hand as they walked onto the campus. The clever little boy acted like a seasoned tour guide, pointing things out as they walked. "Mommy, look! That's the big school garden. There are so many vegetables inside, but the teachers won't let me pick them."

Passersby kept calling out to her son, "Hey, sweetie!" and Henry happily waved his little hands to greet them.

When they reached his dorm area, Mia began gathering his bedsheets and covers to take home, wash, and air out so he would have fresh, soft bedding for the new semester.

While she packed his blankets, Henry hugged his little pillow and toddled out to find his father.

"Daddy!"

Andre paused his conversation with an acquaintance, turned around, and walked toward his wife and son, taking the heavy bedding from them. "Do we need to pack anything else?"

Mia headed over to Henry's classroom to gather his picture books, sketchpads, and all his other school supplies, stuffing them into his backpack to take home.

The walls were covered in the children's artwork. Andre stood there, searching for his precious son's masterpiece. As he looked closer, he asked, "Henry, did you draw this?"

"What is it? Let me see." Mia walked over, curious. Her precious boy knew how to draw?

She stared at the paper bearing the name "Henry," which the teacher had written in the corner.

"What is this? A fish? A cat?" Mia was completely baffled. "A box with a little crown popping out of it? Henry, come here. Explain this to your parents."

Henry pointed proudly at his masterpiece. He tapped the fish and said, "This is Daddy, 'Andre'. The little kitty is Mommy. When you put them together, they make a little gift! And the gift is inside a box, and I popped right out of the box! That's me, the sweetie!"

He looked so incredibly smug, practically vibrating as he waited for his parents to praise his genius.

However, the couple stared at the drawing, then back at their precious son, marveling at just how cunning and wildly imaginative he was.

Mia rubbed her son's head. "It's drawn... very convincingly."

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