Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Chapter 984

Denny: "This trip to Havenbrook has been anything but lonely, thanks to you guys. It's been such a blast. Thank you." Jamie was already tearing up, and Henry, who had been eyeing his cantaloupe, now looked at his mom with curiosity. Mia asked, "Jamie, do you have anything you'd like to say to Denny and me?"

Jamie glanced at Mia, then turned to Denny, "Denny, thanks for always helping Mia and me with our studies."

Mia watched both of them closely, trying to gauge Denny's reaction.

Henry, meanwhile, was focused on the bubbling hot pot, itching to dig in. His mom was still deep in conversation, oblivious to the age-old saying, "Eat first, talk later." "Oh, come on~"

Mia handed Henry a cucumber stick to keep him occupied.

"Being around Mia, her happiness just rubs off on me. I'm not much of a talker, and when I first arrived here, I was so homesick I'd cry on the phone with my parents. But spending more time with you and Denny, every day felt full of joy and purpose.

I started looking forward to classes, working things out with you, and asking Denny for help when we got stuck. I found myself excited for each new day," Jamie said, sneaking a glance at Denny's face.

Denny looked into the pot, keeping silent, aware that Jamie's eyes were on him.

Jamie continued, "I know I'm not the brightest, not great at applying what I learn, and I probably won't make it to a top grad school in a big city. But I just want to be close to you guys. I don't mind going to a less prestigious school, just to be near the people I care about." As she spoke, Jamie's tears started flowing, and Henry, as curious as ever, looked at Jamie, then turned to his mom, "Mommy- your friend is crying."

Mia slid a box of tissues over to Denny, who handed a couple to Jamie.

"Jamie, you've got to think more rationally; you're too emotional," Denny said gently. "We've spent a few months together, and it will be sad to part. But once you're home, you'll have other friends around you.

The three of us, I'm in the east, Mia's in the center, and you're in the west. We're a scattered bunch. To be honest, after today, who knows when we'll meet again. It might be years; maybe we'll never meet again. If it's meant to be, great; if not, it's okay. We meet, we hang out for a while, and then we move on, facing reality."

understood Denny's message; he was gently letting

had thought about the real-world implications. Jamie was an only child, so was Denny, and their parents likely wouldn't be thrilled about

romance. In a few years, they'd graduate, head home, start working, maybe even start considering arranged dating... It all seemed like a

break up, family issues might eventually strain their relationship. And if it didn't

once everyone goes back to their own

cooking, "Come on, let's eat already. Stop chatting. Look, my son

he promptly tossed aside, his eyes glued to the

mom's neck, and climbed up for a bite, trying

smiling, cooked some veggies, rinsed them, and then patiently fed her

added some meat to

handle all the childcare yourself, without a nanny?" "We don't have a nanny. The housekeeper offers

baby in our family in twenty years so everyone's doting on him. Since he was born, the adults have taken turns holding him. My in-laws, my family, my brother, and even my husband's friends and brothers, they all spoil him. So, he's grown up a bit spoiled, only

understand, innocently opening his mouth, fumbling at the edge of the bowl for food. Because of the child, Mia had to occasionally take a few steps while eating. "You two go

the atmosphere between the two

then started wandering around. When

hand, not

"Henry, I'm

dad come and

glanced at the two quiet men and took her son back to her

a baby, just needing a bug when he cries. I didn't expect that now he can walk, hẹ won't even let me hold his hand." During her exam period, Miacould only spend a little time with her son each night, with the rest of the care falling to her

accompanied by her husband, who often held the

her little "meatball," "Henry, don't be naughty, or mommy will scold

then stood on the sofa, reaching out to his