Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Anya's heart raced, almost leaping out of her chest. Her innocent eyes, now laced with anxiety, widened as she struggled to steady her breath. "Chad..." Leo chuckled softly, "Anya, I've warned you before. Knowing too much about men can be dangerous."

He leaned in closer, and Anya, with nowhere to retreat, shut her eyes tight in fright.

After a few seconds, Anya noticed that Chad hadn't touched her. She slowly opened her eyes to find him inches away. "Chad, I... I don't understand you anymore." Leo smirked, "Silly girl, I was just teasing you."

He leaned back in his seat. "Anya, that's twice now. If you 'get' me again, I won't let you off the hook so easily next time."

Anya's heart was still pounding. She took a moment to calm her breathing before trying to discreetly open the car door.

"If I really wanted to do something to you, running out wouldn't help. Close the door, lie down, and get some sleep."

Leo grabbed a spare set of clothes from the trunk and draped them over Anya. "Sleep in the car."

Anya watched Leo recline his seat. She glanced at Chad, wondering why he had suddenly agreed to this job when no one had forced him.

But the memory of the earlier scare kept her silent.

She reclined her seat slowly, lying down and staring out at the night sky through the car's skylight, the stars twinkling a sight she couldn't see back in Havenbrook.

After a moment, Anya thought of her family and asked quietly, "Chad, have you been in touch with your family?"

respond, seemingly

message to Mia to let her know she was safe, then put

the Cedillo

finished a "three-hundred-round battle" with her son, her sleeves and half her body soaked. Finally, she handed her crying son over to his

get it in a minute," Mia

looking out for you. You can't drink your bathwater. You act like we're starving you, thrashing around until

her son, also wrapped in a towel, and pointed at him accusingly, "You're sleeping with your dad tonight. How do you get so dirty? How did I, who's so clean,

immediately, "I'm a

her gaze back to their tearful son, "Your grandpa also loves

began to cry, his eyes turning pink, looking like a little

won't be home tonight.

Mia turned off her phone and went to hug her son, a mix of disgust and care, "Honey, get his white pajamas with the blue trim from the wardrobe. Let's send him to my dad's tonight." Andre retrieved the pajamas, noting how many clothes their son had accumulated. "We should tell everyone to stop buying him clothes. He can't even wear all the ones he has, and some still have tags

their son, who had moved from drinking bathwater to wanting to eat his feet, and handed him over, "Let's send him to

receiving his grandson in the middle of the

eat his feet. We're fed

"How can you be parents if you're disgusted by

"The bathwater

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