Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance
Chapter 777

Leo: "You're so smitten; just calling you 'sister-in-law' has you all starry-eyed." Anya, with a playful grin, shook Leo's arm. "I'd love to hear it more often."

"Don't worry, Henry will call you that plenty. You'll be sick of it soon." Leo chuckled, guiding Anya towards the car as they headed back into the house.

Anya leaned against the balcony railing, a satisfied smile playing on her lips as she took in the view outside. She pulled out her phone and started recording a video, planning to head home early today. "Aren't you planning to hang out with me until eight or nine?" Leo asked, a bit surprised.

Anya replied, "The little one's back home. I need to spend some quality time bonding with our baby."

The Cedillo family.

Henry had the "tough" job of dropping the family off at work in the morning and welcoming them back in the evening, like a little sentinel.

Uncle got hugs, Auntie got cuddles, and when Dad came home, Henry would instinctively open his mouth for a bite before Dad could even give him a kiss.

Not long after, Anya arrived home too.

Mia grabbed her hand, pulling her aside. "So, which house did you end up signing for?"

"It's the second listing Aunt sent, a whopping $2500 a month. Chad said it's close to work, and I can walk there in the mornings, saving on gas. So we went with that one," Anya explained. Andre, holding his son, let the little boy squirm and wiggle in his embrace, planting sloppy kisses on his face. But his mind was still on what his niece had said.

"That's the going rate for downtown," Molly commented, "and renting the whole place would be even pricier. Leo's got a job. We should go check on him sometime. How are his roommates?"

Anya replied, "All guys, so I'm not too worried. But if Aunt and Uncle plan to visit, I need to clean up and set things up first."

Naomi interjected, "Don't trouble yourself, Anya. I'll go clean up for Leo. You've been working hard enough."

Anya quickly shook her head. "Aunt, it's no trouble at all. Please don't worry about it."

Naomi looked at Anya, the cherished only daughter of the Calder family, always bustling around after her son. She felt a pang of sympathy.

Mia turned to Naomi. "Naomi, Anya's one of us. Let her go out with Leo more and get exposed to different things. It might be good for her."

Anya, being the only child of the Calder family, meant her parents were overly protective, treating her like a museum artifact, safeguarded with extreme measures to protect her from all potential harm, keeping her within a comfortable bubble, never allowing her to grow up. Parents often use such methods to shield their children from society's darkness, preserving their innocence. Yet, some parents adopt a far-sighted approach, exposing their children to society early on, making them aware of its dangers, teaching them to protect themselves. Regardless of the method, it's all a form of parental love, each with its pros and cons.

Naomi inquired about her son's living situation and handed Anya a bank card, asking her to buy some necessities for him, which Anya accepted.

Bruce was asking about his son's job, and Hansen also missed his grandson. "We've got plenty of money. Why does he need to go out and struggle like that? Sigh..."

Mia turned around to see her husband cradling their son, walking back and forth in the living room.

Henry, getting addicted to playing, pressed his forehead against his dad's eye, his mouth open, kissing his dad's face, and softly calling out, "Dad, daddy."

Andre, walking back and forth, patting his son's back, the soft, chubby little bundle in his father's arms, was utterly adorable.

Although Andre seemed focused on caring for his child, he couldn't escape his wife's observant eyes. He hadn't said much, but his ears were tuned to the conversation about his nephew.

At bedtime, Mia showed her husband the listing for Leo's rented house on her phone.

Andre shrugged. "Not interested."

"There's no one else here, just the three of us. What's got you so upset?" Mia handed her husband the phone and went to the bathroom with a towel.

Chad came back late; he had taken a case in the afternoon and worked overtime. Upon arriving, he first looked for his little nephew. Molly had just knocked on Andre's bedroom door when Henry's father ushered him out. "Andre, thanks."

After being held by his uncle and crying for a bit, Henry warmed up to his uncle and aunt. Later in the evening, when his aunt and uncle took him to bed, he cried again.

Eventually, Hansen appeared, and Henry reached out his tiny hands to his grandfather, who "reluctantly" jogged over to pick up his grandson.

Andre, after seeing the message, was largely unmoved. To say he wasn't concerned about Leo, Mia wouldn't believe it for a second.

Seeing her husband silent, Mia, freshly bathed, sat on his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Boys need to venture out. Without ambition, living off others, the family fortune will be squandered sooner or later." "Let's not talk about him." Andre tightened his grip around his petite wife, his hand sliding up her dress, caressing her smooth legs.

"Then let's talk about me, honey. If I started a business, would you argue with me?" Mia asked.

Andre, his eyes closed, inhaled his wife's scent, replaceing peace. "I'll invest, however much you need."

Mia cupped her husband's face, leaning down for a kiss. Her eyes sparkled, curving into crescents. "Honey, money!"

Andre's eyes lifted slightly, his gaze filled with desire as he looked at his wife's lips. "Depends on your performance tonight."

Mia, wrapping her arms around her husband's neck, leaned in to kiss him, her emotions a whirlwind. As Andre, unable to resist, moved towards the bed, Mia suddenly remembered something, pushing on her husband's shoulders. "Wait, what about our son?" She had just taken a bath, and now her son was nowhere to be seen.

Andre, suddenly remembering the little bundle, paused, then said, "He can't be lost."

With that, he stopped worrying about their son's whereabouts.

In Hansen's bedroom, the grandfather and grandson yawned at each other. Hansen complained, "You'd think with all your dad's money, he could afford a nanny for you... wait, he did hire four nannies, but you won't let them take care of you." Henry, lying on the bed, laughed happily at his grandfather.

"Grandson, listen to your grandpa. When Andre gets older, you treat him just how he treats me, okay? Get back at him for me." "Mmm-"

"Deal, then."

Henry crawled onto his grandfather's stomach, knowing from experience what might come next, Hansen quickly pushed him off.

"Let's sleep. You're probably staying in my room tonight anyway," Hansen resignedly said.

Molly lay in Chad's arms one evening, scrolling through a shopping app on her phone, swiping and placing orders, then more orders.

Soon after, she closed the app and browsed the latest collection on a luxury brand's website. Finding nothing of interest, she turned off her phone and looked into Chad's eyes.

For some reason, his gaze made her feel guilty. Molly turned away, her back to Chad, wondering why she felt this way when she hadn't done anything wrong.

The next morning, Anya knocked on Molly's door with urgency, as if fueled by an unknown energy. "Aunt, you're going to be late for work."

"Late, schmate. I've got a husband; perfect attendance isn't my concern."

At her words, Officer Chad simply couldn't hide his exasperation.