Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Chapter 988

Leo: "Ms. Anya, you only accounted for what she bought from the Cedillo family, but not from the Byrne family."

Anya looked puzzled, "Why is Auntie so obsessed with buying clothes?"

"It's her husband; he's spoiling her on purpose. Letting her splurge so no one else would want her, then he can easily swoop in."

Familiar notification sounds for payments made had Chad shaking his head at the mess of his own making.

Leo took Anya out for dinner at a restaurant, only to bump into a couple just leaving. "With Christmas around the corner, I want to get a gift for my godson before heading back to Newtown. Care to join me in picking it out?" Annie: "Conner, this is the fifth time you've tricked me with the little tiger toy."

"And yet, every single time, you fall for it," Conner teased.

He grabbed Annie's wrist firmly, almost daring her to pull away. If she dared, she couldn't blame him for the circulation cut-off.

"Uncle, Auntie, you're here for dinner too?" Leo and Anya greeted the couple at the entrance.

Anya chimed in sweetly, "Hello Uncle, hello Auntie."

Conner sized up the young couple and their greetings, cursing internally: Damn, how did Andre manage to snag such a great pair!

These kids are just too charming!

"I'm not," Annie quickly denied.

Leo chuckled, "Auntie, what are you embarrassed about? Thanks for your help last time."

Conner, pulling his fiancée along, added, "Exactly, what are you blushing for? They're grown-ups." Pointing at Annie, he told the young couple, "Your auntie gets shy easily."

Leo nodded with a smile, "I know, it's typical when you're newly in love."

Annie tugged Conner to leave, eager to escape, "Let's go, aren't you supposed to buy that gift for the little tiger?"

"See you, Uncle, Auntie."

Anya waved, sweetly saying, "Bye Uncle, bye Auntie."

the word, and your uncle will stand

lady, just wait!

nothing more than to vanish

anxiety, "Those words, they

in this world," Leo said, holding Anya's hand

asked, "Chad, how

doesn't

straightforward guy

into someone who'd stop at a

office anymore. If Andre used to carry him

looking up, "Henry, Henry! Where

to search and found Henry hiding behind a plant stand, playing hide and

called, the quieter

son and the little figure behind it, couldn't help but fume,

his nose playfully,

Henry had wedged

son and giving him a couple of swats on the backside. Henry pouted, whining

his toddler stroller, Henry

under

deep breaths to calm

his days of working with his son in

"worked" too, fussing to press the keyboard,

causing enough trouble to earn another

Andre felt the era's demands on women-juggling work, family, and

file cabinet

files, made space, and crawled in, happily testing his father's patience, "Ah, ah,

at the scattered files and the little rascal playing inside the

barely walk, committing "crimes" one

down, and pulled Henry out by his little arm, "Henry, you're only one! Remember, if it wasn't for you calling me 'daddy', I'd have thrown you out by now." Soon, the secretary entered to help organize the files. Andre sat in his chair, trying to soothe his son to sleep. Once asleep, he'd be

choice but to call his wife, who was shopping downtown,

shopping with Molly. Honey, what should we

"Why don't you come to the office and take