Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance
Chapter 742

Anya sat next to Leo, her initial calm long gone. Leo held her phone, checking if she had blocked him. Sure enough, he had been blocked!

Just then, a new message caught Leo's eye. Leaning back casually in his chair, he glanced up at his girlfriend, who was clearly distracted and looking guilty. He opened the chat labeled "Bill." "Who's Bill?" Leo suddenly asked in the study room.

A guy sitting nearby, as if answering a question in class, raised his hand, "That's me."

Leo put down Anya's phone and turned to look at the guy who had been studying closely with his girlfriend. "Oh, it's you. Got it."

Anya snatched her phone back, not happy. "Stop snooping through my phone."

Leo let it go, but Anya couldn't focus on studying anymore. She stood up, gathering her things. "Class president, class rep, I have something urgent to deal with. I'll come back tomorrow."

As she stormed out with her backpack, Leo jogged after her, wrapping an arm around her. "You mad?"

"Don't hug me."

Leo kept hugging her. "Didn't you say being in a relationship means hugging and kissing? Now I hug you, and you're not happy."

Anya said, "I just don't want you to hug me right now."

Seeing her anger, Leo changed the subject. "That guy talking with you, one's Bill. What's the other guy's name?"

"Not telling you."

Leo took her books. "Why are you mad? I'm not even mad yet."

Anya stopped, turned around, and looked at Leo, even angrier now. She realized she wanted him to be more jealous, to show he cared. "Leo, are you with me because I'm always there for you, listening and blindly loving you? Do you even like me at all?"

Anya knew Leo's decision to kiss her and start a relationship was impulsive; otherwise, he wouldn't have regretted it afterward. Now, seeing him not even a bit jealous when she studied with another guy made her feel unnoticed.

Tears welled up in her eyes as she snatched her backpack and ran out of the library.

"Hey, Anya," Leo called after her, quickly running to catch up. Outside, with his longer strides, he caught up with her. "What are you thinking? Get in the car."

Anya's eyes were misty with tears, her lips pressed down in sadness. She shook off Leo's hand, refusing to go with him.

Leo firmly grabbed her hand and practically dragged her to the passenger seat, forcefully making her sit down. "Sit tight, don't run off."

He got into the driver's seat, next to the ice cream he had bought for her, now melted in the summer heat. Anya, sitting beside him, felt increasingly heartbroken. She raised her arm, covering her eyes, crying in distress. Leo turned around, seeing his girlfriend crying because of him. He leaned over, buckled her seatbelt, and drove off campus.

On the way, Leo reflected on his actions. It started when he didn't give her the answers and didn't accompany her to the library. "If you're really struggling, I won't look for a job these next few days. I'll help you review. If you still don't get it by the exam, I'll pass you the answers. If you still fail, I'll hack the school's website and change your grade to a pass, okay?"

Anya sobbed, her voice thick with emotion. "Leo, why can't you understand me? I know you're busy, preparing for grad school and job hunting. I don't need you to study with me; I just wanted your attention. But you don't care about me at all. You're with me because my actions moved you, and you thought you liked me."

The atmosphere in the car was heavy as they drove back to the hotel. Upon reaching it, Leo dragged Anya upstairs. Inside, he threw her books on a nearby dresser and, without a word, pulled her close and kissed her deeply.

Anya was stunned by the sudden kiss. Leo wrapped an arm around her waist, the other holding the back of her head. Their lips and teeth intertwined as he made her step backward until they reached the edge of the bed. Anya, not daring to move, tried to push him away, mumbling through the kiss.

Feeling her resistance, Leo stopped. After the kiss, Leo swallowed, looking at Anya, who had stopped crying and was now just dazed. "Still crying?"

Anya pouted, shaking her head.

Leo pulled up a chair, sat in front of her, and gestured to the end of the bed. "Sit down, let's talk."

Anya obediently sat at the edge of the bed, her hands playing with the hem of her skirt.

Leo asked, "So kissing you means I like you? Does sleeping with you mean I love you?" "Leo!"

Leo's masculine pride surged. "Answer me."

Anya looked at Leo, her voice small. "That's not what I meant."

Leo pointed around the hotel room. "You felt it just now. In the hotel, just the two of us, I kissed you, held you. I'm a man; naturally, my next step would be to take you to the bed." By the end, Leo pointed directly at the bed. Anya felt uneasy.

"If I didn't like you, I wouldn't have stopped when I heard your refusal." He continued, "You're always overthinking. Being with you because I'm moved? If that were true, I wouldn't have been able to kiss you at all. Out of everyone, you're the most obedient and yet the one who gives me the most headaches."

"I don't watch those dramas- That's what Grandpa watches-"

Leo: "Am I talking about the dramas?"

Anya lowered her head, not daring to speak.

Leo: "Look at me."

Anya kept her head down, unable to meet Leo's gaze.

"Just a moment ago, you were all righteous, accusing me of not liking you. Now who are you looking down for?"

Anya pursed her lips, reflecting on their past. She realized Leo truly cared for her. He shared all his secrets and thoughts, took her home during holidays, accompanied her to reunions, and even made compromises for her sake...

Just moments ago, she couldn't understand why she had forgotten all about Leo's affection for her, feeling only her own grievances.

"Leo, I'm sorry," she said softly.