Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Anya bought it, hook, line, and sinker.

Sure enough, within a few days, Leo Cedillo vanished from the school heartthrob list he had dominated for two years. The disappearance was so sudden that Mia Irwin was left scratching her head. "Is there a glitch in the system?" she wondered aloud. But Anya knew the real reason: Chad had hacked into the school's system and erased Leo's name. For Chad, it was child's play.

With the popularity contest out of her mind, Anya roamed the school halls, carefree and joyful.

After taking a long break at home, Leo was brought back to the family business by his father, Andre Cedillo. Leo's favorite pastime became visiting his uncle's office to cuddle the little bundle of joy basking in the sunlight.

"Did I bring you to the company to play nanny?" Andre asked, eyebrow raised.

Leo, preparing to take Henry out, replied, "Uncle, I'm just getting him familiar with the place."

Andre, leaning back in his chair with a lazy air, commanded, "Put the kid down and get to work. Don't make me repeat myself." His authority left Leo with no room to argue.

After several internal struggles, Leo would always end up muttering, "Okay," and following Andre's orders, reluctantly placing the child back in his arms.

The little guy, realizing he was no longer in his brother's arms, turned excitedly upon finding himself back in his father's embrace, as content as a fish in water. Andre hugged his son closer and ordered his nephew, "Go work."

Leo, hesitant, asked, "Uncle, if your son doesn't want to do something in the future, will you force him?"

Andre looked down at his son and said, "I can't answer that question."

With that, Leo conceded and went off to work.

Anya and Mia, who had just one class that afternoon, were promptly summoned away by Molly Cedillo.

"Mia, if you head back to school and Henry gets hungry, what then? Our little guy is so picky, hasn't he been exclusively breastfed until now?" Molly inquired.

right formula before; the taste was different, and he wouldn't drink it. Eventually, Andre and I bought samples from ten trusted formula brands and let the little one try them all. He finished some and outright refused others, even when he was so hungry he cried. That's when we knew which brand he preferred. Being first-time parents,

the loop on household matters, couldn't help but ask more, "Didn't it break your heart to see him cry?

replied, "Of course, it did. At one point, Andre was about ready to send the formula to a lab for comparison with breast milk. But eventually, after I held him and fed him, he showed a

bought the most expensive, high-quality international brands. Who knew he'd end up preferring a less known brand, just a

how did you figure out each

claimed, "Your aunt

suddenly looked up at her husband and asked a seemingly naive question, "Honey, food tastes different depending on who cooks it, right?" Despite finding the question a bit silly, Andre patiently waited for her to

different brands of snail noodles taste different, so must different formulas

upon a crucial insight, "Some formulas have a strong smell, others are milder. Our son can taste the difference, so when

glancing at the crib where their

day, the couple bought many

wine glasses, Mia suggested, "Let's buy two sets; we haven't got any

a brief shopping trip, Chad Byrne, having finished

and Anya then

visit to Cedillo Inc., and she was intrigued by the surroundings, "Auntie, the sculpture in the lobby looks similar to the one in my

displayed, immaculately clean character that

spread outward,

closely, each branch ended with a

doesn't have just one character; it has a big leaf with 'Peace' on it, but 'River' is also

Anya's excitement to

to see her crush, recalling how she'd once subtly touched up her makeup

elevator doors opened, Anya followed Mia out. The employees greeted Mia politely and looked curiously

Anya scanned the

him and guessed she might have