Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance
Chapter 707

Mia wasn't one to shy away from a bit of chaos. "Anya, bring the fish over so my son can see it."

Anya, still barefoot, walked over to Andre, while little Henry, curious about the unfamiliar creature, reached out to touch it. But before he could even get close, the fish flicked its tail, turning Henry's giggles into a near-breathless cry. Next to Chad, Molly chuckled, "See, Chad? It's been half an hour, and here comes the second round of tears."

A bunch of kids crowded around Anya, all eager to see the fish.

Later, Anya, still without her shoes, dashed to the supermarket to grab a plastic bag for the fish, keeping the kids captivated.

Leo trailed behind, holding Anya's canvas shoes. "Anya, put your shoes on before you hurt your feet."

But Anya was too engrossed to hear him.

In the afternoon, while the men were off delivering some items, Mia and Molly tidied up the campsite, with the kids doted on by their beloved Aunt Anya.

If she had the time, Molly would've loved to stay and camp out too.

While cleaning, Molly said, "Dad, Mia, I'm not heading back home tonight. I'm going with Chad to the Byrne place. I promised Mom I'd go to the office tomorrow." Hansen chimed in, "Remember, Anya picked a bunch of cherries this morning. Take some back for your folks and grandparents."

"Will do, Dad."

On the way back, Mia took the bag of fish, and Henry, now lying in his baby seat, wasn't scared of the fish anymore. His little hands even reached out to play with it. Every now and then, he glanced up through the sunroof, enjoying the ride so much that he fell asleep on his own, no soothing from Mom needed.

Mia, feeling drowsy herself, hung the fish in the car and dozed off next to her son.

Hansen, riding shotgun, reclined his seat and drifted off too.

Andre glanced back at his sleeping family, both young and old, and slowed the car down with a smile.

Anya, exhausted from her day of tree climbing and swimming, fell asleep as soon as she got in the car. Leo, looking back at her, couldn't resist gently touching her head.

This rare moment of tenderness was lost on the sleeping Anya. With no one else around, Leo didn't need to hide it.

They got home by five.

As soon as they stepped out of the car, Naomi scooped up her little nephew. Bruce Cedillo tried to do the same but couldn't compete with his wife. He settled for gently pinching Henry's hand. "Henry, did you have fun in the water today? Uncle heard your laughter outside and replayed the video a dozen times."

Henry stuck out his little tongue, adorable as ever, making Bruce want to show him off to the whole world.

Anya woke up, stretched, and quickly went to release the fish.

"Grandpa, where should I put the fish?" Anya asked.

Hansen thought for a moment. "Come on, let's take it to the pond in the backyard."

Leo called a few servants to repack the leftover fruits and drinks into the car, handing over two bags of cherries. "Mia, I saved a bag for you to take to your aunt and uncle."

Mia replied, "No need to save so much. It's just them and the housekeeper. I'll grab a few on my way out. Let Anya use the rest."

Just then, Anya came over. "Aunt, wait for me to make the jam, and then you can take some to your parents."

Naomi was pleasantly surprised. "Our Anya can make jam! I have no idea how to do that."

Naomi increasingly felt her son wasn't good enough for little Anya.

Finally managing to hold Henry, Bruce's profile picture was now of Henry, much to Mrs. Cedillo's occasional annoyance. "Uncle, do you think my Henry got a tan today?"

"Hmm~"

Bruce, once a serious mayor, was now softened by Henry's presence. "Nope, still fair and soft. Hungry?"

Henry, sucking on his fingers, melted Bruce's heart.

After a quick bath, Anya rushed to the yard to make jam, with Naomi calling on the servants to replace empty jars.

The whole family busied themselves, helping Anya, while Mia assisted in washing the cherries. Leo, from a window, quietly sat down to read. The Byrne family.

Molly finally returned home, where her parents and grandparents fussed over her, securing her position as the family's darling.

"Mom, we went cherry picking today, and I brought some for you," Molly said, heading to wash the cherries.

Coleen Byrne didn't forget her daughter's clumsiness. "Did you climb the trees? Could you keep your balance?"

Molly replied, "I didn't pick them; Anya did all the work. I just played around."

After washing, she brought them out for everyone to enjoy.

Kendrick teased his son. "Now that Molly's back, we finally see you around the house."

Chad, fresh from a shower and lounging on the sofa, felt a bit sleepy. "If Mom isn't home, you're hardly around either." Molly sat next to Chad, feeding him two cherries. "Bro, if you're sleepy, just go to bed. I slept in the car, so I'm not tired."

Kendrick asked his son, "Still working night shifts?"

Chad replied, "No night shifts for the next half month."

Then, his gaze fell on a certain girl's shoulder.

Molly felt the comment was directed at her. "What time do you start work tomorrow? I'll ride with Mom."

Chad fell silent for a moment, making Molly feel as if she had to accommodate his mood. "Okay, then you can drive me."

Coleen, after enjoying some cherries, playfully asked, "Can Mom hitch a ride tomorrow?"

"Why would you need to when you have a husband? Why bother with... Chad's car."

Chad raised an eyebrow, his arms wrapping around Molly from behind. It seemed as though he wasn't holding Molly tight, but she could distinctly feel his presence.

Coleen said, "So, my husband isn't going to drive me then."

Molly looked toward Kendrick. "Dad, did you hear that? Mom's complaining about you."

Kendrick chuckled. "Of course, I'll drive my wife tomorrow."

After Molly got home, without needing to ask, the servants had prepared all of Molly's favorite dishes for dinner.

Chad took a few bites before eagerly ushering Molly upstairs.

At the Cedillo household, Anya was busy making cherry jam, with everyone lending a hand.

Henry was left alone, his father having placed him on the sofa and then forgetting about him.

When they looked at him again, Hansen was delighted to replace Henry sitting quietly on the sofa, his little legs spread apart, hands pressing down on the cushion, a picture of quiet obedience. "My grandson..." he exclaimed in joy.