Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance
Chapter 533

Andre gently cupped his little one's tear-streaked cheeks with his rough hands. The tot was wailing pitifully, kicking his legs in a desperate attempt to push his father away.

As Andre let go, the little one's head bobbed up on its own after a moment.

He lay there, crying his little heart out.

Mia was stunned. "Honey, how did he lift his head like that? I've been trying to teach him at home, but whenever it comes to lifting his head, he just lies there."

Andre replied coolly, "If you don't coddle him, he'll learn."

Mia wrapped herself tighter in her towel, squatting at the foot of the bed, watching their son cry and lift his head. "Looks like Mommy's been too soft on you. Cry it out then, I'm going to get dressed." Once Mia left, the little one continued to sob alone on the bed until Andre's large hand gently stroked his back, calming him down.

After a bit more crawling, the tiny boy ended up back in his father's arms, his body limp and relaxed. "Mia, don't forget our son has his shots in a few days."

"Don't worry, I won't forget that," Mia said, emerging from the walk-in closet. She lifted their son and kissed his forehead. "He didn't cry last time, but he's definitely going to this time."

Setting the little one in the middle of the bed, Andre transferred him to the baby crib.

Mia scooped him up again, and Andre threatened, "Either he sleeps in his crib tonight, or I sleep out."

Mia was speechless...

So, she continued to hold their son in the middle of the bed. "Wherever the child sleeps, his mother sleeps. Your choice!"

Andre, faced with his wife's defiance, ended up carrying their son to the door of Hansen's bedroom.

Mia's gaze followed her little boy until she reached Hansen's door. She paused and gritted her teeth, calling out, "Andre!"

Andre handed the drowsy child to Hansen, who was sneaking time on his phone, saying, "Phones have radiation. Hold him and put him to sleep early."

Hansen looked at the bundle by his bed and asked his son, "Andre, are we too poor to hire a night nurse? Do I, in my advanced years, have to babysit your kid?"

Gazing at his sleeping son, Andre replied, "He's here to make sure you sleep early."

Hansen was at a loss for words-a two-for-one deal!

Back in their bedroom, Andre locked the door and, facing his indignant wife, said, "If you'd listened to me and let Henry sleep in his crib, maybe I'd have shown more restraint tonight." Now, with their son out of the room, he had no need to hold back.

Mia, filled with regret, conceded, "Fine, I agree. Bring our son back and put him in his crib."

Andre countered, "Would you choose a bite of steak or a whole night of feasting? If you were me, what would you pick?"

"I choose... to run." Mia dashed to the bedroom door, but before she could escape, Andre caught her around the waist.

The door locked again, and Andre lifted his wife's nightgown and carried her to bed. "There's no 'run' option, but you can beg for mercy."

Without a shred of pride, Mia, her hands pushing against Andre's chest, quickly pleaded, "Alright, darling, I beg for mercy."

Andre added the rest of the sentence, "You can only beg for mercy... beneath me."

Without giving Mia a chance to resist, Andre pressed down, and Mia cursed inwardly.

Soon, the bedroom filled with Mia's intermittent breaths, her face flushed as even she felt embarrassed by the sounds. Andre, as if releasing pent-up desires, vented all his recent restraint upon Mia.

Mia felt as if her wrists were not her own. "Honey, stop, don't pinch my wrists," she gasped out to Andre.

Andre whispered hotly into her ear, his body enveloping her, his breath ragged as he indulged in the utmost pleasure, his grip unyielding. "Last time you left scratches all over my back, they've only just healed. If I don't hold your little claws, you planning to scratch me again?"

Mia's "little claws" were restrained, unable to rebel, forced to succumb beneath him.

Overwhelmed, she kept begging for mercy, trying to coax her husband, "Let's save some for tomorrow night, okay? We'll continue then."

Andre chuckled lowly, "Tomorrow is tomorrow; it doesn't conflict with tonight."

Mia was exasperated. "Oh, I miss my son."

Before long, Mia's restrained sounds filled the room once more...

The next day, Mia lay in bed, clothes askew, as Andre placed their son beside her, covering both mother and child with a blanket before heading off to the office.

Anya wanted to visit her aunt to see the baby, but Andre gently reminded her, "Your aunt and Henry are sleeping; don't disturb them."

Children believe what adults say, and Anya naively asked, "Uncle, can I take the baby to the living room to sleep then?"

Andre replied firmly, "Henry needs to stay with his mom."

"Yesterday I..."

"Ah, Uncle, you head off to work. I'll take Anya out for the day," Leo suddenly appeared, taking naive Anya by the hand and leading her away. Andre cast a satisfied glance at his nephew.

Anya followed Leo, puzzled. "Chad, where are we going to play? Can we bring the baby? Henry hasn't been out yet."

Leo's gaze darkened as he looked at Anya, "Call your aunt to get up and join us."

Anya, excited at the prospect, went to call Molly.

But Molly's bedroom was empty?

The maid informed them, "Miss left early this morning and didn't say where she was going."

Leo, perplexed, frowned. Jade not sleeping in on her day off? And, she actually woke up on time?

Anya turned to Leo, "Chad, what do we do now? Aunt isn't home. Shall we ask your wife to go out and play?"

Leo cautioned, "Today you can call anyone but your aunt!" Then he resigned himself, "Never mind, I'll just take you out myself."

...

In a hotel room, Molly stormed in with a keycard, confronting the man inside. "Chad, what's the meaning of this?"

Her phone still displayed Chad's message: "Molly, come to the hotel to see me. If not, I'll visit the Cedillo family with a generous gift this afternoon."

Chad watched the figure rushing towards him, a playful grin spreading across his face as he sat at the foot of the bed. "Thought you said you wouldn't leave last night. What made you run?"

Molly's eyes flashed with irritation as she met his gaze. "And what, stay to be grossed out by another one of your kisses?"

Grossed out by his kiss?

Chad raised his eyes to Molly's lips, suddenly seized by an impulse. He gripped her wrist with force, pulling her into his embrace. Then, in a swift move, he laid back, rolling over, pinning her beneath him on the bed.

Chad leaned in closer, his hands cradling Molly's face, and once more he pressed her down into the mattress, kissing her fervently. He was determined to break down her resistance, to make her accept him, to get her used to his touch until she couldn't find it in her to be disgusted.

From the get-go, Chad had a hunch: start a small crack, and it would soon widen, becoming unmanageable.

Like a levee breaking under the force of a relentless flood, all his self-restraint was washed away.