Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Chapter 678

Leo burst into laughter in his bedroom, relieved that stupidity wasn't fatal, or else he feared Anya wouldn't have much longer to live.

Exiting the game, Leo typed into the group chat, "Wasn't me playing today, folks. We had a rookie on board."

"Your... girlfriend?"

"Yeah, Anya."

A rival in the group piped up, "You ditched us, letting your girl mess around in the game."

Leo shot back, "I let her have her fun. I've got it covered."

Then, Leo privately messaged the teammates he and Anya had played with earlier, promising to make up for the lost levels by carrying them through a few tonight.

"Man, what happened today? Did someone hack your account?" someone asked.

Leo replied, "Nope, just a jealous girl having a go with my account. If you see my moves going sideways, you'll know it's her practicing."

The team was baffled, "Man, you're spoiling her rotten."

Leo just chuckled, "She might make you lose a few levels, but I'll carry you up twice as many tonight."

"Deal!"

Leo closed the chat, amused as he watched Anya's clumsy gameplay. He couldn't help but tease, "Dope, dork, silly goose."

dozen times before finally turning off the

the coffee she had during the day, snuggled under the covers and fell asleep instantly, oblivious to the fact she had dragged Chad's levels

gameplay was so clueless, constantly getting lost on the map and nearly wandering into enemy territory, that it sparked a global alert in the game: "The

where's our

Girlfriend, can you share some

to Leo, "Chad, who's the Legend's Girlfriend they're all asking

"Anya, how about we don't

Anya incredulously asked, "Chad, they're not

answered her own question, "Couldn't be. I'm not Chad's girlfriend. Plus, they don't even know I'm the one using

Anya drifted further

"Why don't you ask them who

so, naive Anya did just that in the

"You" "You" "Yeah,

Leo watched her quietly put down the phone, turn off the screen, and sheepishly

quietly playing next to Leo

Leo calculated he'd have to carry

why don't you play with

"Sure."

himself back in Maplewood

scorching sun warmed the

poolside, watching her son float around with a rubber duckie swim ring, occasionally using a stick to guide him back to the edge. The little guy, mistaking it for a game, reached out to grab the stick. The maid

"And get a tan? No

getting that rugged tan. My husband, a family man, doesn't need to worry about

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