Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Chapter 1099 In the basement, Leo casually tossed the trash while Anya fished out the car keys from her purse to unlock their car. She handed Leo a wet wipe to clean his hands, a small gesture that spoke volumes about their seamless coordination-exactly what Anya had always envisioned for herself.

Leo fired up the engine, and off they went.

Over at the library, Mia sat where Leo used to hang out, diving into her studies. She tackled problem sets, leafed through books, and whenever she hit a snag, she'd pop on her headphones to catch a live-streamed lecture. When the study grind got too much, she'd take a break by scrolling through her family group chat, chuckling at her son's antics.

Andre made it a routine to pick up his wife twice a week, treating her to dinner and easing her anxiety without any added pressure.

At home, Molly found solace leaning on her mom, snuggling up to her grandma,

or occasionally retreating to nurse her son in privacy.

"Hey Chad, grab some bubble tea on your way back," Molly called out.

Chad teased back, "In your dreams."

Molly shot back, "Well, then you can cuddle with your dreams tonight."

Officer Chad just sighed, "..."

The trio that once roamed the high school halls, always in each other's company,

had now branched out into their own separate lives.

on a studious girl at a library table aged with time, and on a girl with a sunhat soaking up

offered his baby brother a sip from his water bottle, but only ended up making him cry. In one moment, Hansen shared a heartfelt chat with his daughter, and in the next, he'd be calling his grandson back home. With Andre

me a hundred great things about me. Fail, and

feeding her grandson, couldn't resist teasing her daughter, "A hundred? Even with two zeros knocked

Molly's hair strands, "You've got hair, two strands,

pouted, "That doesn't count, Chad.

Chad replied, "You didn't mention any

shut, "You

told the chef, "Whip up some chicken nuggets for Molly

supposed to have

not talking about a heavy dish, just something light

pondered over what 'light yet

bland soups. He figured a bit of flair might spark her

the sound of running

ear.

Uh-oh, he thought.

hair soaking, in

Mom said no

suds everywhere, she whispered, "Shh, Chad, keep

quickly rinsed off, "Too