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?"

didn't respond,

him, Anya sent a quick message to Mia to let her know she was safe, then put

the Cedillo

handed her crying son over to his father to cool down. "Mia, your phone's ringing," Andre said, holding their

it in a minute,"

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

at him accusingly, "You're sleeping with your dad tonight. How do you

immediately, "I'm a clean

turned her gaze back to their tearful son, "Your grandpa also loves cleanliness. You're the odd one out in

pink, looking like a

saw the message on her phone, "Aunt, Chad and I won't be

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

bathwater to wanting to eat his feet, and handed him over, "Let's send him to my dad. He adores him the most,

his grandson in the middle of the night, asked, "What's

bathwater, wanting to eat his feet.

couple, "How can you be

"The bathwater had cleaned

a valid reason to be

door to play with him, leaving Andre to return to his bedroom where Mia