Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

The night breeze was gentle, wrapping around Anya as Leo occasionally pulled her close or tapped her head, igniting a warm surge in her heart. She couldn't quite pin down the feeling, but the wind felt kinder, and the night more splendid with him by her side. Anya's cheeks would blush a soft pink whenever Leo was close, hiding her youthful secrets under the dim moonlight, much like a shy peach.

The streets were deserted, but Anya wasn't scared. With Leo by her side, the silent night roads felt less intimidating.

She was tempted to walk along the curb, hoping it might encourage Leo to hold her hand.

But Leo, ever so straightforward, would block her path, guiding her to walk on his side. "It's too dark, you might trip. And I'm not carrying you if you do," he'd say.

She should've known, Leo's tenderness had a three-second shelf life!

Anya retorted, "Then I'd call an ambulance, but I won't let them take you."

Leo couldn't help but pinch Anya's cheek, "Getting cheeky, huh? Planning on not riding shotgun with me anymore?"

"Leo, that hurts," she protested.

But his grip eased, and he continued to drape his arm over her shoulders as they walked under the stark streetlights, the cold moon above them, occasionally accompanied by a twinkling star or two.

Their shadows stretched long on the pavement. From a distance, Anya's soft voice could be heard, "Leo, how much did you make?"

nightly stroll,

been spending too much time with your aunt? Picked up her money-grubbing

I'm just worried you might not have enough. I

filled with the clarity unique to youth, "Save your money for something big. I can afford

a hill, their figures gradually disappeared

Back at Maplewood Estates.

her little one for about ten minutes, careful not to make too much noise and disturb the little emperor of the Cedillo family in her

until he finally drifted off, and

racing, silently praying he'd fall back asleep. Luckily, the little one just sighed softly,

so tender with their child, Andre mused how their roles had reversed, now spending nights coaxing their

mentioned, "We should've let Leo and Anya borrow one of our cars. It's late, and they

dismissed the concern with a strict tone, "A walk won't kill

her husband, directly asking, "Is Leo in trouble

he watched their son sleep, "At least

twenty. After all, neither of us

they grab a bite, despite Leo's