Sweet Mischief's Rollercoaster Romance novel Chapter 806

“Henry, what on earth are you doing digging through the trash?” Naomi jogged over, a mix of curiosity and concern in her voice.

Henry had toppled the trash can over, and in doing so, the lid had flipped off, spilling garbage everywhere. He was on a mission, though, searching for the ice cream stick his mom sometimes let him lick. His little hands tried once, then twice, and finally, on the third attempt, he managed to grab hold of it.

Just then, Andre walked over to his son. Henry, proud as a peacock, held up the stick for his dad to see, as if he'd found buried treasure.

The sight of the ice cream sticks and wrappers scattered around brought an eerie silence to the living room. Mia hurried over, and in her eyes, Henry's “showing off” was nothing short of tattling on his dad. At just a few months old, and he was already a tattletale!

Hansen thought to himself, oh boy, this isn't good.

As Henry opened his mouth to lick the stick, Mia swooped down and snatched it away. Andre stood there, hands in his pockets, looking down with an intimidating presence. Mia glanced down, Hansen turned away, and Naomi, intimidated by her uncle’s demeanor, kept quiet.

The truth-knowing servants in the room were practically shaking, hoping not to get dragged into the drama.

Sensing the tension, Naomi picked up the little whistleblower. “Andre, I'll take him back to his room, okay?”

Henry still eyed the trash, stubborn as ever, but he couldn’t resist his great-aunt’s strength and was carried away from the battleground.

Andre cast a cold glance at Hansen and Mia, who avoided his gaze, before heading to the fridge. Mia, feeling small and guilty, whispered, “Honey, it’s not in there.”

Andre shut the fridge, looked at her, and said, “Show me.”

His voice was icy, a sharp contrast from the warmth he'd shown her just moments before.

She led him with hesitant steps to the pantry behind the kitchen. The kitchen staff, upon seeing Mr. Andre, lined up quietly, not daring to speak.

At the freezer, Mia struggled to open it with one hand. Andre, softening, gently pulled her aside and opened it effortlessly. He sighed deeply at the sight of half a freezer packed with ice cream.

Hansen, meanwhile, was edging towards the door, hoping to sneak away.

Mia was already plotting how to discipline Henry without resorting to the stick, convinced that anything less would undermine her teaching efforts.

Andre turned back, “You two, come with me.”

He strode out of the kitchen, his polished shoes clicking on the floor. The chef, thinking he was being summoned, was relieved when Mia waved him off. “Not you, keep cooking. Make some of my husband’s favorite dishes tonight. He means me and my dad.”

Outside, Andre settled on the couch while Mia and Hansen instinctively kept their distance.

Naomi, holding Henry, peeked from the stairwell. When Henry tried to speak, she covered his mouth and retreated to the bedroom. “Henry, you’re bunking with me tonight. I’m worried about your little behind.”

Henry, now in just his diaper, lay on the bed, clean and washed. “Oh~”

The living room was silent.

Andre sternly asked, “Were you waiting for me to start?”

Hansen glanced at Mia, wondering why she wasn’t speaking up. Weren’t they supposed to handle this?

Mia nervously fidgeted, casting glances between her father and husband.

Soon, Bruce came home, calling out, “Henry, your great-uncle is back.”

Noticing the absence of children and the tense atmosphere, Bruce quickly sensed something was up. Naomi soon called him, “Come upstairs, and keep quiet.”