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?"

"Come on, I'll take you ice

shook her

"I'm here."

...

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

man stepped off the boat, always dressed in a suit, even on weekends with friends. It seemed he was

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

see Dad." Andre lifted his awake

an umbrella, stepped out, "Husband, I hope I'm not disturbing your

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

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

found about five or six people inside. Mia didn't know any of them, and each man

to finally see you today," joked a man nearby, noticing the curious Henry in Andre's arms. "Wow, today's a real

kind of fame of mine

famous, of course, is your way of keeping your husband in line. Now, when Andre is out, nine out of ten sentences are about his beloved wife

tea, "Try this, the tea is bitter

seeing his mom eat or drink anything, watched her mouth like a hawk,

"You can't drink this. Let me make

the group engaged Mia in casual

have for

Molly and I didn't hold back on choosing the pricier

old man must

the chairman, he can afford it,"

waters shimmering. Mia admired the

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

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 conversation could lead to

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

while, Mia came to take her son,

of the excessive flattery from the back, chose to stay at