Sweet Mischief's Rollercoaster Romance novel Chapter 942

Naomi and I went to see him, and he's doing just fine. Anya's really sweet to him too, worried he'll feel lonely, so she visits him every day.

Bruce knew his brother always worried about his son, so he quickly reassured him, not wanting his brother to fret. While playing with his little bundle of joy, Andre asked, "Bro, do you resent me for sending him away?"

Bruce thought for a moment, "Naomi and I were initially upset, but we never held a grudge against you." With a significant age gap between him and his brother, Bruce had always been part brother, part father to Andre.

Outside, the little one was busy giving his dad face cuddles, alternating between nibbling and kissing him. Their soft, mushy affection melted everyone's heart. Holding his son felt like embracing a bundle of cotton, only this bundle was heavier than any cotton.

It was getting late. Naomi called from the window, "Supper's ready; you can come back in now." The brothers then carried Henry back to the living room.

After Henry returned, Mia and Anya were comparing notes. When Henry approached, Andre let him down, watching him toddle over to Mia, tugging at her clothes, asking to be picked up. Mia picked him up, continuing to chat with Anya while Henry playfully interrupted. Watching this scene, Andre couldn't help but smile.

"Mama, mama." Henry, noticing something different about his mom's scent, wrinkled his little nose and proceeded to nibble on her face. Mia leaned back, diverting his attention with her pencil case, which worked as Henry grabbed it and began to explore it with his mouth.

They didn't head to bed until half-past ten. The next morning, Mia was dropped off at the parking lot by her husband, with Henry still asleep in the living room. Mia, holding her newly bought kitten-themed water bottle, reminded her husband, "Honey, make sure our son uses the 'little tiger' cup I bought for him. I've sterilized it, so don't forget. Auntie is in the hospital, and Naomi and Dad are visiting her today, so there’s no one to watch the kid. Remember to take him to your office, okay?"

Andre nodded. After dropping off his wife, he returned home, took a picture of his still sleepy son, and then headed to the office with his little lazy bum. Bringing kids to work was no longer a novelty at Cedillo Inc.

In the morning, he appeared in his office, his son dozing off in his arms while he wiped the little one's face and instructed Noah about the discussions he had with his brother the night before, "Contact Mr. Calder, Aiden Ashford, and all other division heads of Cedillo Inc.; we'll have a video conference at ten. At three, I want the finance and legal departments to meet with me."

"Yes, sir," came the prompt reply. The early hours saw the company bustling with activity. Andre had an extra task—waking his son.

"Henry? Wake up, time to stop sleeping." But Henry was not having any of it, continuing to snuggle in his dad's arms. "My little rascal, you're asking for it, aren't you?" Still, the boy slept.

Looking at his son, Andre weighed his options. Waking him up by force would only lead to tears, but letting him sleep would result in the same outcome when he eventually woke up wanting attention. Either way, there would be crying.