Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Mia knew exactly what Naomi was up to, but she kept quiet. Molly knew too, and she didn't say a word either. Leo, the most aware of all, was the least inclined to speak up.

Only Anya, naive and inexperienced, thought her great-aunt simply wanted to give her parents a gift. She politely said, "Uncle, Aunt, I'm already causing enough trouble staying at your place. No need to send gifts to my parents. It should be our family giving gifts to you." Leo placed a piece of salmon on Anya's plate, "We've already bought it, just take it back with you. No need for formalities."

"Chad-"

A straightforward man urged, "Come on, eat up. No point just calling my name; it won't fill you up."

Naomi chuckled, "Anya, don't be so polite with your great-aunt. One of these days, your uncle, your grandfather, and I will visit your parents."

"Ah?"

Mia and Molly exchanged glances and stifled their laughter.

By the end of the meal, Anya was utterly confused.

As they were leaving, Mia called her husband, who knew her location and planned to come over. Mia took her still-sleeping son, "I won't go to Leo's place then, I'll just meet my husband."

Hansen declared, "I'm full and satisfied. Time to go home, play some video games, and then sleep." Naomi and Bruce naturally had to accompany Hansen back.

Molly linked arms with Chad, "Shopping spree on Chad's dime."

The family tacitly left the young couple alone, knowing Anya would leave tomorrow. They wanted to give them some alone time this afternoon.

Chad, with his arm around his little wife, announced, "Then we're off."

Shortly after, Andre's car pulled up. The driver stepped out, "Ma'am, the president sent me to pick you and Henry up for the ferry."

Mia got into the car with her son.

After seeing off the rest of the family, only the young couple remained at the door. "Chad, what are we going to do?"

hand, "Come on, I'll take you ice

shook her head,

"I'm here."

...

by the ferry. On the lake, a small two-story white boat slowly approached the shore. Henry, having had

distinguished man stepped off the boat, always dressed in a suit, even

the car and opened the door. "Daddy-" Henry's clear call instantly filled Andre's heart

see

stepped out, "Husband, I hope

here, only others can disturb Mrs. Cedillo's enjoyment. You won't

she giggled, "Husband, keep a low profile. I'll enjoy myself in a

five or six people inside. Mia didn't know any of them, and each man had a female

of Mrs. Cedillo's fame, glad to finally see you today," joked a man nearby, noticing the curious Henry in Andre's arms.

of fame of mine have you all heard

husband in line. Now, when Andre is out, nine out of ten sentences are about his beloved

the tea table, Andre poured his wife a cup of tea, "Try this, the tea

or drink anything, watched her

"You can't drink this.

while the group

for lunch?" Andre

paid, Molly and I didn't hold back on choosing

twinkled with amusement, "The old man must be feeling

chairman, he can afford

serene lake, its green waters shimmering. Mia admired the scenery around her,

father's arms at the bow, among a group fishing, nestled against his

but in the comfort of the chairs, the only difference being Andre multitasking as a doting father. Discussions ranged from international affairs to the price of fish, from droughts and floods to unexplored territories. Perhaps a single

"Finished? Sit up and join Dad in

take her son, though Henry was reluctant

flattery from the back, chose to stay