Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance novel Chapter 1933

Mia debated her next move. Once she became a lawyer, she'd be dealing with the police all the time. She had been on her best behavior for the past two years. Would Andre be furious that she was back in an interrogation room giving a statement?

Probably not, she reasoned. After all, their little troublemaker of a son pushed his limits every single day. Her minor scuffle was nothing in comparison.

Meanwhile, in the CEO's office at Cedillo Inc., Andre was feeling uncharacteristically on edge.

"Henry, stop digging in the dirt with that shovel. You're making a mess everywhere," Andre sighed, looking up at his son, who was hard at work. His entire desk was covered in loose potting soil.

Henry ignored his father completely. After "loosening the soil," his next logical step was "watering the plant."

He grabbed his father's freshly brewed cup of premium tea and poured the entire thing into the planter.

"Henry!" Andre slammed a file onto his desk, the sharp smack echoing through the room.

If his subordinates had been in the room, they would have been frozen in terror, sweating bullets.

But the Cedillo family's clever little boy just paused, looking completely unfazed. He scrunched up his chubby face and looked at his father. "Daddy, I'm feeding the little tree some tea."

Since preschool hadn't started yet, Henry had been wreaking havoc at home, exhausting his grandfather. To give Hansen a break, Andre had brought the boy to work.

Andre stood up to grab his son. Just as his hand closed around the boy's chubby little wrist, his phone rang.

"Hey, honey. If I saw an injustice happening to someone I know, should I step in and help? If my family was being threatened, should I protect them?"

"What did you do to the guy?" Andre asked dryly.

See? He didn't ask who she hit, only how badly they were injured. That was the instinct of a man married to Mia.

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