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.

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, Andre and I were clueless

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

with breast milk. But eventually, after I held him and fed

high-quality international brands. Who knew he'd end up preferring a

asked, "Auntie, how did you figure out each formula tasted

claimed, "Your aunt is just that

dinner. Mid-meal, Mia 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

added, "Just like different brands of snail noodles taste different, so must different formulas

smell, others are milder. Our son can taste

eating, glancing at the crib where

day, the couple bought many different formulas to test on their

"Let's buy two sets; we haven't got any

brief shopping trip, Chad Byrne, having finished his work, came to

and Anya then headed to

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

Inc.'s building was a prominently displayed, immaculately clean character that could be seen upon

were designs that spread outward, yet all seemed to embrace it

looked closely, each branch

into the executive elevator, she mentioned, "My dad's company doesn't have just one character; it has a big leaf with 'Peace' on it, but

reaching their floor, Anya's excitement to see Leo was

young girl eager to see her crush, recalling how she'd once

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

the elevator entrance, Anya scanned

him and guessed she might have come to