Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Chapter 162

After taking over Cedillo Inc., he'd been working his butt off, making magic happen, all while searching

for his long-lost sister.

Looking for a kid who'd been missing for fifteen years in a sea of a billion faces was like looking for a

needle in a haystack. Fifteen years. Nobody stuck around that long.

Even though his brother was the mayor, and he missed his sister too, he eventually quit looking. Did

Hansen love his little girl? Sure, he did, but he also gave up on the search.

So, Andre made a vow to stay single, not letting family ties hold him back. He won't let family get in the

way of his search.

Mia's sudden appearance was a beautiful curveball in his life. He fell for her, trying his best to balance

between being a husband and the search for his sister.

Mia was a ray of sunshine in Andre's life, warming his heart and bringing new emotions into his life for

the first time in fifteen years. She was soft and gentle, and she made her way into his heart, showing

him that there's still good in the world.

Once you'd had a taste of the good life, you can't give it up.

As Andre finished speaking, Bruce wiped tears from his eyes. All three men, father and sons, were

teary-eyed.

Andre quickly hid his sorrow and told his father and brother, "I'm gonna take off for a few days to look

for my sister. Look after Mia for me, will ya? Make sure she doesn't do anything dangerous. If she gets

out of line, give me a call."

His sweet Kittemia at home was always on his mind. Every time Andre had to leave, he'd worry and let

his family know.

Bruce agreed to his request.

Hansen asked, "Where are you headed?"

"Wherever there's a lead." Andre replied.

Late into the night, the moon hid behind the clouds as if feeling the loneliness of the Cedillo family. The

dark clouds covered the moon's tears.

The father and sons sat in silence for a long time before getting up and leaving.

Back in the bedroom, Andre saw Mia lying on the bed. She was like a warm sun, pulling at his

heartstrings. The family he built with her brought him joy and obligation.

He returned to his spot, gently lifted her head and placed his arm under her neck. She was in a deep

sleep, not even aware of his kiss.

She felt something soft, and she thought she was eating jelly. She even bit him in her dream. "Mmm,

tasty."

Andre was speechless. He touched his bitten lip and chuckled, "What are you dreaming about that you

bit my lip?"

She called out in her dream, "Hubby, honey."

Andre laughed again, muttering to himself, "So you dreamt of eating me."

The bedroom lights were off. He pulled the covers up and cuddled with Mia to sleep.

Bruce never really left. He went to his father's room. "Dad, if there are things you don't want to tell

Andre, you can tell me. Do you know where Molly is?"

Hansen's face was streaked with tears, and he didn't have the time to wipe them away.

Bruce knew how his family was. They never gave up until the very end. So why did dad give up?

"Where is Molly?"

Hansen couldn't hold back his tears. After a long while, he said, "She's with your mother."

Bruce's eyes turned red, and tears filled his eyes.

"Dad! We can't just talk about Molly like that." Bruce couldn't accept it.

Hansen wiped away his tears and asked, "Bruce, how many years have you been in public office?"

Bruce calculated, it had been 25 years.

Hansen asked again, "Do you think Andre's wealth can compete with a country's income?"

Bruce stayed silent. Andre's taxes were equivalent to the annual income of some countries, so

naturally, his wealth could compete with a country's.

"Is it because you have no power, or Andre has no money? Or we have no connections? Why haven't

we found her after all these years?"

Hansen's rhetorical question made Bruce realize something. The middle-aged man couldn't hold back

his pain and started crying in front of his father. "When did you find out?"

Hansen knew fifteen years ago, "Your mother didn't die of longing. She saw your sister's body and

couldn't accept the reality. She died the next day. After your mother passed away, I didn't dare to tell

you and Andre."

Hansen's tears fell on the blanket, wetting a patch. "You were barely sleeping at that time, staying

awake for days. Andre was on the verge of collapse after Molly's disappearance. I was afraid that if I

told you the truth, you couldn't handle it."

Bruce had a family, so he might be a bit more rational. Andre was almost irrational at that time. He was

afraid Andre couldn't handle the blow and would completely collapse. His wife lost her faith at the last

moment and passed away.

Even at the very end, Hansen didn't dare to prepare a funeral for his daughter.

Only he and the butler attended Molly's funeral.

Hansen sat alone by his wife's and daughter's tombstones for a whole day and night.

Every time Andre went to look for Molly, he stayed at home, hoping for the so-called miracle, but was

always disappointed. He didn't dare to tell the truth, so he let his daughter live on in Andre's heart. At

least that was his pillar of strength.

A person without mental support was like a walking dead.

Hansen was enduring for his two sons, pretending their sister was still alive, giving his sons hope, but

giving himself despair.

Seeing Bruce's happy family, Hansen wanted to find a good wife for Andre, so that when he passed

away, Andre wouldn't be alone. Bruce was middle-aged and should know all this by now. When he got

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Hansen and Bruce talked until late into the night. Bruce understood his father's good intentions. He

went home, his eyes swollen.

Naomi had fallen asleep before he got home, still in the position of reading a book.

Bruce went over, pulled back the covers, and gently carried his wife back to bed. Staring at the woman

who built a happy family with him, Bruce leaned down and kissed her forehead.

Naomi woke up in surprise and quickly checked on her husband.

What she saw were his red, swollen eyes.

"Honey, what's wrong?"

Naomi quickly got up, and asked her husband with concern.

Bruce shook his head, "Nothing, just a mosquito bite. It'll be fine by tomorrow."

Naomi got the hint that her hubby didn't want to talk about it, so she didn't push. She fetched an ice

pack and started massaging his eyes.

Bruce was lying on his wife's lap, tears rolling down his cheeks and landing on her legs. The warmth of

the tears made Naomi's leg feel warm, but at the same time, it broke her heart. She didn't ask. Instead,

she leaned down and planted a soft kiss on him. She let him know that she was always there for him in

her own way.

The next morning.

As Andre went for his morning jog, he swung by his nephew's room and roused Leo out of his sleep.

"Dude, what's up?" said Leo, who got off the hook the night before.

Mia must have sweet-talked Andre into letting him slide. So, he wasn't sent to detention.

Andre said, "Come jogging with me."

Leo was a bright kid. He knew that his uncle wouldn't drag him for a jog without a good reason. Uncle

Andre must be up to something again.