Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

The next moment, Wayne tripped over a stray wire and sprawled face-first onto the concrete, his eyes squeezed shut as he wailed at the top of his lungs.

Leo picked him up, dusted off his own hands, and glanced back. "Mia, that's the power switch. It could shock you."

Mia froze mid-action, watching her son get into trouble again. She gripped a wooden stick and, with a swift flick, snapped it clean in two. "Henry!"

The crack startled Henry, making him stop in his tracks, and even Chunky jumped.

Waving the half-stick like a pointer, Mia fixed Henry with a glare. "Don't even think about taking another step. One more move, and I'll make sure your dad doesn't recognize you when I'm done."

Her little tiger cub was properly spooked, frozen on the spot.

Mia tossed the broken stick aside and dashed over to scoop Henry away from the power source. "You little rascal! Are you trying to get yourself in trouble? Feeling extra brave today? Do you want to lose those hands?"

Henry clamped a hand over his mouth, and a second later, burst into tears-the first time he'd ever cried from being scolded.

Molly, quick to catch on, tossed her own stick and hurried to Leo, picking up her son as well.

Mia's kid might be a handful, but Molly's boy idolized him, copying every naughty move. Molly held her son tight, determined not to let him down for even a second.

puzzled look, wondering why she was suddenly so protective and full

around at the chaos. "You four should really head out. I'm only getting work done here because Ms. Anya's gone for the summer. If you

families were packed up and sent on their

drive off. Then he turned to Leo. "Hey, Leo, do you

his head. "Nope. Just the

they, like, distant relatives?" Chunky pressed, picturing someone nothing like the stick-breaking mom and the kid obsessed

“... Not really. I made

a little betrayed. Leo scratched his head, embarrassed.

my uncle. He's

and have a well-behaved kid of your

a hotpot dinner, and

lost thirteen pounds, managed to gain back nine in that single meal-only to mope about it the next

that evening and was immediately ambushed by his wife and

at me and made me cry!" Henry ran

at their son. "Honey,

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