Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance
Chapter 607

The night breeze was gentle, wrapping around Anya as Leo occasionally pulled her close or tapped her head, igniting a warm surge in her heart. She couldn't quite pin down the feeling, but the wind felt kinder, and the night more splendid with him by her side. Anya's cheeks would blush a soft pink whenever Leo was close, hiding her youthful secrets under the dim moonlight, much like a shy peach.

The streets were deserted, but Anya wasn't scared. With Leo by her side, the silent night roads felt less intimidating.

She was tempted to walk along the curb, hoping it might encourage Leo to hold her hand.

But Leo, ever so straightforward, would block her path, guiding her to walk on his side. "It's too dark, you might trip. And I'm not carrying you if you do," he'd say.

She should've known, Leo's tenderness had a three-second shelf life!

Anya retorted, "Then I'd call an ambulance, but I won't let them take you."

Leo couldn't help but pinch Anya's cheek, "Getting cheeky, huh? Planning on not riding shotgun with me anymore?"

"Leo, that hurts," she protested.

But his grip eased, and he continued to drape his arm over her shoulders as they walked under the stark streetlights, the cold moon above them, occasionally accompanied by a twinkling star or two.

Their shadows stretched long on the pavement. From a distance, Anya's soft voice could be heard, "Leo, how much did you make?"

It was like any other couple's nightly stroll, the boy protectively walking the girl home.

"Have you been spending too much time with your aunt? Picked up her money-grubbing ways?" Leo teased.

Anya pouted, "No, I'm just worried you might not have enough. I could lend you some...with interest."

Leo laughed, a sound filled with the clarity unique to youth, "Save your money for something big. I can afford a decent car."

As they descended a hill, their figures gradually disappeared into the distance.

Back at Maplewood Estates.

Mia walked around with her little one for about ten minutes, careful not to make too much noise and disturb the little emperor of the Cedillo family in her arms.

Watching him sleep was a shared pastime for the couple, until he finally drifted off, and Mia gently placed him in the middle of their bed.

The baby was restless, stirring slightly, which sent Mia's heart racing, silently praying he'd fall back asleep. Luckily, the little one just sighed softly, cuddling into his blanket. Andre covered their son with a small blanket, while Mia finally relaxed.

Watching their once fearless Mia being so tender with their child, Andre mused how their roles had reversed, now spending nights coaxing their son to sleep.

Mia, closing the window, mentioned, "We should've let Leo and Anya borrow one of our cars. It's late, and they probably haven't reached downtown yet."

Andre dismissed the concern with a strict tone, "A walk won't kill them."

Mia turned to her husband, directly asking, "Is Leo in trouble at work again?"

Andre softened as he watched their son sleep, "At least our son listens."

Mia climbed into bed, sharing a moment of parental pride, "Let's not jinx it. Let's see how he turns out at twenty. After all, neither of us were exactly well-behaved." In the city center, Leo and Anya finally reached the well-lit downtown area.

Spotting a diner across the street, Anya insisted they grab a bite, despite Leo's protests about the cold.

Inside, the warmth enveloped them, and Leo's playful question about ordering a salad drew everyone's attention to Anya, her cheeks turning a deeper shade of pink. Dinner was late, and it was past ten by the time they returned home.

Naomi Mastin, Leo's guardian, questioned their late return, to which Leo simply replied they went out for dinner.

Anya bid Leo goodnight with a wave, to which he initially didn't respond, showcasing the typical dynamic between a young girl and the more stoic Leo.

Back in her room, Anya received a text from Leo: "Goodnight," filling her with joy.

The next day, Leo took Anya to a car expo, not to the luxury section but to a more modest area with vehicles in the affordable range.

With Anya's schoolbooks in hand, they explored the cars, Leo easily discerning the sales pitches from true quality, demonstrating his knowledge beyond the flashy endorsements of imported brands. "Anya, you good at haggling?" Leo knew that if you played your cards right, you could shave thousands off the price for these cars in the dealership.

As they meandered through the showroom, he glanced back at his sidekick, who seemed utterly baffled by the whole scenario.

"Huh?" Anya responded, her face a picture of confusion.