Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

In no time, Mia, cradling her baby, joined the others to see what was going on. It was only when Naomi called out that everyone made their way to the dining room.

Mia and Molly had skipped lunch, so at dinner, while everyone else chatted, the sisters dug into their meals like they hadn't eaten in days. Anya was there, too, half-annoyed at Chad for being so clueless and channeling her irritation into a voracious appetite. Besides, she

always had a healthy appetite.

Hansen loved seeing his three girls enjoy their food with such gusto. To him, a hearty eater was someone who truly enjoyed life. He had no patience for people who picked at their food with little interest. To him, they lacked zest for life and were missing out on one of its great pleasures.

Every now and then, Andre made sure to serve his wife some delicacies, their son Henry watching every move, his eyes following the food from plate to mouth, until a drool of anticipation escaped him. Seeing his dad serve up the food, Henry reached out his chubby little hands, ready to dive in. Andre instructed the maid, "Bring Henry his bottle."

When the maid returned with the freshly made formula, Henry, in a fit of stubbornness, tossed it aside, fixated instead on his dad's plate. Andre laid down the law to his son, "You get to join us at the table when you can sit up by yourself." At this, the little guy burst into tears.

Mia glanced at her son's tears, then went back to her meal.

Molly immediately put a stop to it. "He'll be up till 3 a.m. Can you handle that?" Even if

conclusion? "Just agree to everything your girlfriend says." That was their definition of tenderness. Convinced

night, as Molly was drying her hair in her pajamas, Chad's phone rang. Molly immediately turned off the hairdryer and interrogated, "Who's calling this late?" Her fierce tone was reminiscent of the Cedillo family's strong-willed

having instant noodles, asked, "Hey, why aren't you at work? I

replied, "Enjoy them. I'm

shocked, "Molly's warming up to you

arms crossed, looking for answers. Chad quickly turned off the speaker, not wanting Molly to hear anything that might make her uncomfortable. After giving instructions for the next day's work, he hung up. Molly, in a tank top and shorts, confronted Chad, "Does your whole station

to assure her he hadn't shared their personal matters. Molly, somewhat reassured by Chad's response, nudged him,

joined her, wrapping an arm around her, "Did I wake you?" Molly turned to face him, and in the

Chad admitted he knew.

was soft but carried a hint of

closer, his breath carrying the minty scent she loved, "I didn't want you to worry about