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?"

holding Anya's hand, "Come on, I'll take

her head, "I

"I'm here."

...

boat slowly approached the shore. Henry, having had his nap, was woken

dressed in a suit, even on

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

to see

holding an umbrella, stepped out, "Husband,

faintly, "With me 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 bit. You do what you need to; don't mind

the boat, they found about five or six people inside. Mia didn't know any of them,

finally see you today," joked a man nearby, noticing

of fame of mine have you all heard

nine out of ten sentences are about his

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

or drink anything, watched her mouth like a hawk,

"You can't drink this.

to prepare it while the group engaged Mia in

have for lunch?" Andre asked while

Dining Enclave. Dad paid, Molly and I didn't

eyes twinkled with amusement, "The old man must be feeling

the chairman, he can

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

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

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 conversation could lead to a

his formula, he looked up at his father, "Dad, ah~" "Finished? Sit up and join Dad in fishing." Andre set his son on his lap, both in matching

Mia came to take her son, though Henry was reluctant to leave

back, chose to stay at the bow, watching the few