Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Molly and Mia emerged from the back, helping Hansen as they walked ahead.

Leo, cradling Henry, ambled towards the dining room, calling over a servant, "Go fetch Anya for dinner."

Before long, Anya entered the dining room, her head bowed, her long hair hiding half her face.

Leo glanced at her and then nudged the little bundle in his arms towards her. "Want to play with Henry? Just saved him for you."

Henry, with his chubby little hand, was ready to cause trouble, reaching for Anya's hair. But his brother grabbed his hand, "Hey, are you looking for trouble?"

"Ah ah babble babble," Henry babbled.

Leo, unfazed, teased, "What's all this babbling about? Can't talk properly but still loves to chatter."

Mia and Molly exchanged a knowing look, silently admiring Leo's calm demeanor and acting skills.

When Henry tried to approach Anya again, she dodged, and this time Leo noticed. "Anya, what's wrong?" he asked, his voice full of concern.

Anya shook her head.

Leo was about to lift Anya's hair to check her face when Andre, from across the table, grabbed Henry's booster seat. "Henry, come here, sit with Dad." Andre walked over, taking his beloved son from Leo's arms. Noticing a hair tie on Mia's wrist, Leo called out, "Mia, let Anya use your hair tie. It's hard to eat with hair all over the place."

Mia untied it and handed it to Leo. "This hair tie was just to entertain my son. Here you go."

Leo stood up, leaned across the table to take it, then handed it to the downcast Anya. "Put it on."

"Mm, Chad, I don't want to~"

Leo, concerned, lifted her hair. "Did Henry bully you? Did he

"No-"

puzzled by the sudden mood swings of

whole family was seated, with Henry's meal

raised his glass for a toast. "Today, it's just us, no big or small matters. Let's celebrate

have shown more sincerity! A gift or something would have been nice, instead of

a loss for words, staying quiet with her

family after all. About to stand on your own two feet, and you still want

his smile slowly faded. "Mia, eat

"He's still small. Let's feed him

for alcohol? With all the socializing to come, you'll need to work

"He can hold his liquor,

been through years of drinking." He glanced at Anya, who was still

at his grandson, felt reassured. "Leo, follow in your uncle's footsteps, learn everything from Andre. When we're

to respond, a small voice

you say?" Hansen

reddened as she looked at Hansen. "Grandpa, Chad doesn't like this job." She glanced around the table, tears welling up. Her voice breaking, she continued, "He loves

interrupted, grabbing her wrist to stop

felt choked up with discomfort. "At night, he wasn't playing games; he was studying. On weekends,

Anya's wrist, intending to

eyes looking at Leo, her voice breaking, "Chad, I heard everything you said to Aunt and

Leo's movement paused, realizing...

you can't give up your dreams because of me. I want you to do what you love. You can't be

with me, how can you guarantee we'll be together in three, five, ten years? What if you