Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Once everything was set, Andre tried the setup himself, making sure it would give his son a lesson without actually hurting him. "Henry, come here," he called.

Mia had drawn a picture of a power switch on a piece of paper, coaxing Henry over to touch it.

Gullible as always, Henry went for it-and the next second, his cries could be heard all over Maplewood Estates.

Andre picked his son up and took him to the real power outlet, guiding Henry's hand toward it. This time, Henry's face flushed as he cried even harder, yanking his hand back and looking at Mia, desperate for Mom to save him.

After that, Henry never tried to shut off Grandpa's computer, yank out Mom's charging cable, stomp on Dad's office power switch, or poke around the fridge's wiring again.

Meanwhile, Leo made the trek back to Willowtown every few days to see his girlfriend. Afternoons were spent holed up in her hotel room, and only late at night did he walk Anya home.

One time, Mr. Calder was home and, worried that Leo might take advantage of his daughter, decided to send his youngest son along as a chaperone. "Ash, go hang out with your sister."

That day at the hotel, Leo found his girlfriend cuddling her little brother. He couldn't help but think, My future father-in-law is a sly old fox-he's learned plenty from decades in business. There was no escaping the watchful eyes.

So Leo, now in full brother-in-law mode, ended up carrying Ash while strolling around town with Anya.

evening, Leo dropped both

after, Anya dashed out

Calder just laughed. "Anya's grown up now. Let the kids live their own lives. Leo comes all this way every week just to see her, and you

about dating anyway?" Mr.

at old wounds. "Yeah, says the man who, over twenty years ago, showed up at my door with flowers, picking a rainy day o purpose-standing outside like some lovesick hero from TV, just to get me to go out with

embarrassing stuff. I'm a

undignified. Besides, that sort of thing

a smile, scooping up their son. "Come upstairs and help me

walked Anya home,

with his daughter, but Mrs. Calder pulled him away. "Isn't

the idea of his little princess becoming someone else's. He went to bed sulking, turned

glanced at his dad, then

father. The older he gets, the sillier he is. No matter what, your sister

Coleen was busy working, with Molly showing up every day, learning right

dreams of going global of becoming that household

overseas.