Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Before Chad, her brain would just check out. But when it came to protecting him, she was suddenly a genius. Leo watched the soft, meek girl before him, his very own Anya, and couldn't help but think she was a delight. But why did they say he, the "hacker," had a crush on her?

Did he?

No way, that was just Anya's wild imagination.

Yet, Leo couldn't shake the thought from his mind: a crush.

Uncle Andre, ever the stoic guardian, paused before saying, "Let me know how it goes. And thank Anya's friend for me." "Got it, Uncle."

After dinner, Andre took his son for a walk, while Bruce joined to chat about work.

Out of the blue, the conversation shifted.

"Andre, let me hold Henry for a bit. You carry him every day; it must be tiring," Bruce said, letting his true feelings slip.

Andre looked down at the little bundle snuggled in his arms, as clingy as his mother, a real little kitten. "Big bro, you've had a long day at work too. He's not exactly light. I'll keep holding him." Bruce insisted, "You're tired from work too. Let's take turns."

And just like that, the sweet-smelling baby was whisked away by his doting uncle.

Bruce held him close, the wrinkles by his eyes deepening with his smile, "Our little treasure is so sweet, so adorable. Uncle loves him to bits."

Meanwhile, Mia and Naomi were video chatting with Molly about her wedding plans.

"Wedding photoshoot tomorrow?" Mia asked, clearly inexperienced with such things.

Over at the Byrne household, Chad came out with a bowl of chicken noodle soup, "Molly, eat less, stay slim, look good on camera," Officer Chad pleaded earnestly. Lounging on the couch, Molly was resolute, "Not eating."

She then turned to Mia, "Yeah, we've got several themes for the shoot."

Turning back to Chad, she said, "Bro, don't even try feeding me."

Curious, Mia asked, "What's up, giving up on food?"

photos from yesterday, my face looked puffy, my

only take wedding photos once.

in, concerned about their granddaughter's

will you survive eating so little?" Grandma

Molly saw Chad still trying to coax her into eating with

least three bites; it won't make you

eating," Molly said, pursing her

finished preparing invitations when she came downstairs to find her daughter refusing to eat again. "Molly, if you want to be an ascetic, go to a monastery. At home, you should eat properly." Molly was undeterred by her mother's scolding. Her eyes, bright

was always the most beautiful, even now with her

through the same thing."

excuses, just like

at a loss for

gave up trying to manage

he purposefully ate

resist; she loved those ASMR

from the couch, eyeing Chad's meal

going to

followed her

in frustration,

dumplings?"

"Don't try

beside her, Chad offered the bowl, "I made

held the bowl just

was her biggest obstacle on the path

"Fine, just one."

took a bite directly from Chad's

delicious, especially after starving for

satisfaction, "Have some broth, no scallions or oil, it's light and filling, won't make you fat. Try one more,

"One more sip..."

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