Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Chapter 917

Anya shook her head, "No, no, Chad, I really behaved this time."

Leo pulled the person who was about to leave back inside, closed the door, and locked it. "Sit on the bed, let's talk."

...

It was a rough night for all three of them.

Anya hadn't gone home, and Naomi's calls kept coming until two in the morning. After taking a shower at Leo's place, Anya was finally summoned back home by a flurry of persistent calls from her mother-in-law. In the middle of the night, Leo drove Anya to the parking lot to see her off.

When they reached the Cedillo family doorstep, Naomi was already waiting. Seeing Anya with damp hair, Naomi huffed in frustration, "Anya, go inside. Leo, you stay."

Anya obediently slung her backpack over her shoulder and ducked behind the front door.

The night sky was dotted with stars, and the moon hung high, casting a chill over the autumn air, with a slight cold in the night breeze. Naomi, lightly dressed but fueled by anger, didn't feel the cold. "Leo, how did I raise you? Were you really planning on letting Anya stay over tonight?" "Mom, you're overthinking it."

"What am I overthinking? You're a young man; you should show some responsibility. Focus on your studies and future. If Anya were my daughter, I wouldn't let her be with you."

"Mom, Anya is my partner, and I'm in my twenties. I have my own plans."

"Whatever your plans, until you have a stable life and a clear future, you're not to treat Anya poorly." Naomi's voice shook with anger, "Cedillo men are responsible, family-oriented men. Don't bring shame to us."

Leo raised his hands, promising his mom, "Mom, I love Anya more than anything, and I'd never hurt her, okay? You say you won't interfere, but don't get on my case when you do. I will respect and love her." Naomi's anger softened a bit as she looked at her son, "Drive carefully on your way back, eat well. It's chilly in the morning and evening, so dress warmly. Your father and I will visit this weekend."

Leo nodded with a grin, "Alright, got it, Mom. You should head back. I'm leaving, don't worry. And please, don't scold my Anya; she's sensitive."

eavesdropping nearby, blushed and looked down, feeling even

the car drive away, Anya quickly scampered back to the living room. Shortly after, Naomi came inside and saw Anya with her hair still wet, "Go dry your hair, or you'll catch a cold. What time is your class tomorrow?"

"Then you can sleep in a

was a responsibility she took seriously. The whole family was on her mind. Hansen was away at a conference with Harry, and Henry had to sleep by himself. Before heading to

slept in, and the maid was already warming up some pure milk for Mia. Seeing Andre, "Mr. Andre, should I wake

wake her up in a bit." First, he

entered the nursery, the

rascal wandered off to this time? After searching without success and remembering how much the family doted on his

Bruce is

and a kiss, and say goodbye." Bruce stood at the door, with the driver waiting, still sharing affectionate moments with his little

father, Henry's chubby body

his son, who was full of energy and in a good mood. "Big brother,

I entered his room, he was rubbing his eyes and crawling on the bed, so I picked

nephew's hair and

also slept in. Anya, wrapped up in her blanket, was catching up on sleep,

was woken up by her husband and son's combined efforts. Andre pulled her up, and Henry was a pro at waking people. Wearing his diaper, he stood on the bed,

start meant she arrived at the graduate school prep center just as everyone else was starting their class,

why are you so late

by Tiger and scratched by the

"???"

she thought about how to give Leo and Anya, and even Molly, a piece of her mind!

you're such a

just leaned down to kiss Molly's lips. Later, unable to sleep, Molly started reading aloud the posts she'd written about Chad in the past, don't want to walk with my brother; whenever we're together, people think we're a couple. Some even compliment us on being a perfect match. Konce thought about sticking adabel

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