Summary of Chapter 1958 – A turning point in Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance by Sydney Roberts
Chapter 1958 immerses the reader in an emotional journey within the world of Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance, written by Sydney Roberts. With the hallmarks of Romance literature, this chapter balances emotion, tension, and revelation. Perfect for readers seeking narrative depth and authentic human connections.
Henry pouted, his little face turning serious. "You're abusing me! I'm calling a lawyer to sue you."
"Call me! Call me!" Mia teased, shamelessly swindling her son. "I can represent you, but my legal fees are pretty high. Still want to hire me?"
Henry ended up tumbling around in his dad's arms, giggling as he played with his mom.
That evening, none of the three ate dinner. Andre had already scrolled through Mia's delivery app and discovered exactly what his wife and son had devoured all afternoon. He counted the orders. "You two ordered eight different deliveries?"
The spitfire crossed her arms. "So what? Are we bankrupting you?"
Andre chuckled, unable to stay mad. Mia quickly shifted gears, interrogating her husband. "What were you doing this afternoon anyway? It wasn't even dark out and you were drinking. Didn't you promise that the next time you had a business dinner, you'd let your wife and son pick you up? You didn't even give us the chance!"
"Yeah, Dad didn't give us a chance!" Henry echoed from the middle of their massive king-sized bed, freshly bathed and eagerly repeating his mother's words.
Defeated but smiling, Andre promised, "I have another dinner tomorrow. You and Henry can get ready to pick me up."
"Pfft. My chauffeur fee is five hundred dollars," Mia shot back.
Andre stared at her. "..."
Henry frantically thrust his two little hands in the air, shaping them like tiny guns. "Dad! I charge five hundred too!"
Andre gently pried his son's curled fingers open until all five were stretched out. "This is five."
Henry rebelliously shook his head. "I know, but my way is five too! My uncle taught me how to count on an abacus, and he said this means five!" He pointed stubbornly to his knuckles—three joints on his index finger, two on his thumb.
Having finished her nighttime routine, Mia sat at her vanity, applying her skincare. "Honey, let's skip rock climbing this weekend. Let's take Henry to the aquarium instead."


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