Sweet Mischief's Rollercoaster Romance novel Chapter 1173

Conner was sporting a black eye, looking absolutely bewildered at Annie. "You're a cop, how can you just go and hit your guy like that? If we tie the knot, am I ever gonna see a good day again?"

Annie took a deep breath, "Maybe if you had a bit of decency, you might."

Watching this whole drama unfold, Asher plopped down in a chair and quickly fired up the group chat with his brothers. "Breaking news: The thirteenth-gen head of the Nettleton family in Newtown just got a whooping from his fiancée, Annie Summers. And yep, it’s the face that got the hit."

Mars was the first to jump in: ??? Domestic abuse?

Teddy piped up with a technicality: He's not married yet, doesn’t count as domestic abuse.

Mars: Poor Conner can’t even score a domestic abuse label.

Taking a second to reply, Conner shot back in the group chat: We're about to get hitched, so yeah, this is domestic abuse. How’s it not?

Meanwhile, Andre was skimming through the group messages when he got sidetracked for just a moment. That’s when his son Henry took the opportunity to snag Dad's fancy fountain pen and drew a deep scratch on the desk.

As a result, the pricey pen was toast.

And the multi-million dollar desk? Now it had a permanent mark.

Andre, rubbing his temples with a sigh, looked over at his little office “renovator.”

Henry, grinning ear to ear, showed off the bent pen tip, proud of his handiwork.

With a growing headache, Andre hit the intercom. Noah's voice came through, "Yes, boss?"

Henry's curious little eyes lit up at the sound.

Andre, trying to keep his cool, said, "Find me a boarding school that takes one-year-olds."

Noah: "...What did Henry do now?"

"Just find it."