Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance
Chapter 572

Naomi had just noticed that her sister-in-law, Mia, was missing again early in the morning.

Whipping out her phone, Mia tapped into Jade's social media feed. "Look, Chad's off today. And there, a fresh post from some gal pal featuring a man's hand."

Mia didn't need to guess whose hand it was. "It's gotta be Chad. If Molly dared to post a pic of another guy's hand, Chad would track him down through cyberspace to his great-great-grandfather."

Naomi chuckled. "I never realized you young folks dated like this."

Mia shrugged. "It's not us, it's just Molly."

Teasing her sister-in-law, Naomi said, "You're not so different, Mia. If your feed had some random guy's hand, do you really think Andre would let it slide?"

That hit home for Mia. She had always sympathized with her bestie Molly being under Chad's thumb, never realizing she was in the same boat...

As they shopped, Naomi and Mia chatted. "Mia, Chad and Molly-it's not a recent thing, is it?"

Linking arms with Naomi, Mia confided, "I think Molly's been on his radar for a while."

Naomi nodded. "I agree, Chad's no simpleton."

The two strolled through the mall, seemingly mother and daughter in age, yet chatting like best friends without a generational gap. Sometimes, Mia loved talking with Naomi, who could map out the entire Cedillo family tree. As a Cedillo daughter-in-law, especially with the holidays around the corner, Mia wanted to avoid any name mix-ups.

Last holiday season, Mia and her husband paid their family visits. The usually vivacious Mia clung to her husband's side, prompting playful jabs. "Looks like Andre has got himself a little shadow. Wherever Andre goes, Mia follows." Andre had to laugh it off. "My Mia is new to all this, first-year jitters."

Though shy, Mia knew how to charm the elders with her sweet words when receiving gifts. "Thank you, Auntie, may your New Year be filled with prosperity" and "Thanks, Uncle, wishing you a joyous and fortunate new year." Then, people would tease, "Stoic Andre has got himself a wife with a honeyed tongue."

Chatting away, they wandered into a store.

Naomi picked out clothes for Mia. "You look great in lighter colors, makes you look younger. Dark colors drain you, make you seem older."

Mia retorted playfully, "I am young. If I don't dress maturely, I'll outshine my own husband."

Naomi's laughter filled the air. Happiness was key, and sharing it with someone who could make you smile was even more precious.

Naomi asked with a smile, "What woman couldn't Andre have?"

Mia replied with a mix of an answer and a tease, "And what man couldn't I have? I may be a mom, but I can hold my own against anyone." After that, Mia had won Naomi over even more. "If I had a daughter, I'd want her to be just like you."

Eventually, Mia bought clothes in both light and dark shades.

Passing a baby store, Mia dragged Naomi inside, and they emerged with several bags.

Pausing in front of a men's clothing store, Mia looked at Naomi with a smile.

Naomi chuckled, "If you want to buy something for Andre, just go in."

Inside, Mia skipped the complex suits with vests, despite Naomi's attempts to suggest them.

Mia was quick to dismiss, "Andre wouldn't like them, and they're not practical for carrying our son."

She knew Andre's tastes well after living with him for so long. Plus, anything too fussy wouldn't work with a baby in his arms.

"Let's see that navy shirt down there," Mia pointed to a shirt on the rack, signaling the salesperson.

While Mia shopped for him at the mall, Andre was at the office dealing with their son's first headache.

At Cedillo Inc., the sound of a baby's cries could be heard from the CEO's office. The pitiful wails made it hard for anyone outside to concentrate, sparking an urge to comfort the little one. Within an hour, the news had spread throughout the company-The CEO brought his baby to work!

"Say what?" Some doubted their ears.

"The CEO, carrying a wailing baby, came to work!"

The baby, crying the moment he entered the office, had unwittingly stolen the spotlight.

Andre held his son confidently, soothingly patting his back. "Don't cry, buddy. Daddy's gonna make you a bottle as soon as we get to my office."

Unaware of the attention, the little one continued to cry, all eyes fixed on the man embracing the child-their formidable CEO.

In the elevator, Andre kissed his son's cheek, and the baby nestled against his neck, whimpering softly.

Once out of the elevator, the baby's pout and plump cheeks were on full display, his cries resuming with vigor.

The staff in the CEO's office were stunned, pausing to take in the sight of the small, tearful figure.

"Why is he still so adorable when he cries?" someone exclaimed.

Noah was flabbergasted, his boss was known for keeping work and personal life separate, and bringing his child to work was a shocker.

Hearing the commotion, Noah snapped everyone back to reality, "Clock in, get to work."

Leo followed Andre into his office.

Soon after, Andre returned from making formula, moving quickly to comfort his son.

When the front door opened, the intermittent cries of a little one echoed from inside. Through the sobs, you could just make out Leo's soothing voice, "Henry, how about we video call Auntie Anya? She's great at cheering you up." Andre had just finished preparing the formula. He gave the bottle a gentle shake, testing the temperature against his wrist before scooping up his son from the couch with one hand and slipping the nipple into his mouth.

The little guy took a few eager gulps, then realizing something was off, he started wailing anew.

"Uncle, maybe I should go fetch Aunt Mia?" Leo suggested, his heart going out to the child, already calling Mia 'Auntie' in his concern.

Andre frowned, his eyes full of compassion. "Let Mia have a day off today."