Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Chapter 978

Before they knew it, the group had chatted away until around ten at night, with Henry yawning repeatedly. Seeing the late hour, the family of three decided to call it a night. Annie was about to leave too when Conner, leaning casually against the door, suggested, "Why not stay over tonight?"

Annie shot back, "Don't make me use force."

"Save your so-called martial arts; you're no match for me," Conner teased.

Just as Annie reached out, Conner swiftly caught her wrist, spun around, and pinned her against the wall. "I've been going easy on you. Your moves won't work on me." Conner had earned his position through real skill.

Pinned by Conner, Annie felt his arm pressing down on her neck. Conner leaned in, his gaze locking with hers. "You love little tigers, but they aren't yours. You can't hold them all the time. How about we have one of our own, a little one you can hold whenever you want?" The more Annie struggled, the tighter Conner's grip became. "Stop resisting; it's pointless. Your skills might work on thugs, but not on a villain like me. Just admit defeat."

"Conner, only after you find my sister and clear your name will I consider marrying you."

"If I knew where she was, I'd have found her by now!" Conner replied, frustrated.

Releasing her, he asked, "Is your sister all that matters to you?"

"Absolutely," Annie replied, unyielding.

Conner's temper flared. "And what if your sister is dead?"

Annie's eyes reddened, her resolve unshaken. "If a coroner proves you're not involved, I'll still marry you."

"And if they can't prove it?" Conner asked, gritting his teeth.

Annie stood firm. "Then I'll personally bring you to justice."

Conner, realizing she wouldn't budge, pulled her close and kissed her fervently.

If Annie showed any resistance, he would pin her to the wall, leaving her no room to escape.

On their way home, a tired Henry fell asleep in his mother's arms.

husband, "Let's skip his bath and put him

the couple

considering Conner's unpredictable nature, you wouldn't really leave the kid with him, right?"

a noble air, replied, "We're happy. Let's give him

looked at her reflection. "That's quite generous of you. But our son in their hands? I can only imagine the pampered life he'd

were the only ones in

with a damp washcloth, tiptoed over to gently wipe Henry's face. Each time he stirred, she froze,

face and hands, the couple snuggled up with their sweet-smelling

The final stretch.

the lake every day to check on the fish she claimed to have caught at "Scholar's River," even crafting a fishing hook to stand by the lake

fishes, willing

Anya's case, it seemed more like, "Only those tired of living

smart;

lake who seemed ready to jump in, approached with his

it was indeed

doing,

with curiosity, not

"Shh, Grandpa,

stopped bothering her boyfriend on weekends to study. After two days without a catch, she stood by the

Hansen, watching her, glanced

and

anything rash. In

better not jump in!" He recated Anya's

looked at him. "Grandpa, I'm not

somehow came up with a fishing

she actually managed to catch some

are there so many fish in our lake?" Anya

offspring of