Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance
Chapter 674

Anya was simmering with frustration, her eyes betraying a mix of hurt and longing as she looked at Leo. Finally, she spoke up, her voice tinged with a hint of betrayal. "She didn't really need you to fetch that book, Leo. It was just an excuse to chat you up." Leo, caught off guard, dismissed the idea with a scoff. "Her? Not a chance. She's not my type."

"But she's clearly interested in you," Anya persisted.

She pointed to the spot where the girl had been sitting, a thick, untouched volume of 'The Comprehensive Mirror for Aid in Government' still lying there. "She didn't even open that book. It's full of complex language she doesn't care about. She just wanted to talk to you." "How was I supposed to know if she could even understand it?" Leo replied, genuinely puzzled. "Can I just stop fetching books for people? Would that make things right?"

"Did you exchange contacts?" Anya pressed, still not ready to let it go.

Leo pulled out his phone, scrolling through it for Anya to see. "Look, nothing. No new contacts." He would have known if she had made such a move.

As Anya examined Leo's phone, a message popped up that caught their attention: "Leo, did you manage to cheer up your girlfriend? She's too cute to stay mad."

Anya couldn't see the rest of the message, but what she did catch made her pause, her anger inexplicably melting away.

Leo awkwardly put his phone away. "Uh, I'll just reply to this. You keep being mad."

Anya murmured an absent "Okay," her confusion over her sudden shift in mood evident.

Leo, equally perplexed, found himself navigating the murky waters of female emotions, especially Anya's.

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"Leo, if a girl asks you to fetch her book again..." Anya began, her earlier frustration simmering down.

"I'll man the door and let the librarian handle it, okay?" Leo cut in, offering a compromise to prevent future misunderstandings.

Anya bit her lip in thought. "And, um, take me with you next time you go out?"

"Deal. Are we good now?" Leo asked, hopeful for a truce.

Anya nodded, her anger dissipating, leaving Leo amazed at his own success in calming the storm.

Their conversation drifted to lighter topics, like their plans for the day, with Leo suggesting a trip to a local diner now that he had some extra cash. "Don't worry about the car payment. A couple thousand won't leave me broke," he assured Anya, casually balancing their earlier emotional turmoil with a hint of financial pragmatism.

As the day progressed, they found themselves in Leo's mom's quaint cafe, a cozy spot perfect for a midday break. The shift from a heated argument to discussing mundane tasks like learning a game Anya's grandfather had recommended or deciphering English literature symbolized the ebb and flow of their relationship-a mix of youthful misunderstandings and the simple pleasures of shared experiences.

In the grand tapestry of their lives, these moments of friction and reconciliation were but minor threads, each adding color and depth to the story of two people navigating the complexities of love, expectations, and the pursuit of personal dreams within the weave of family and societal pressures.

Mia shook her head. "Honestly, I have no clue. Maybe Anya has some idea. But Dad, your daughter and your grandson are cut from the same cloth-neither of them wants to take over the family business. Molly's dodging the responsibility by getting hitched, and your grandson, well, he's practically a ghost around here."

Hansen turned to his daughter-in-law. "Mia, do you have any interest in the company?"

Mia replied with a smirk. "Why on earth would I want that headache? Isn't it nicer to just kick back and relax? Plus, isn't my husband just for show?"