Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance novel Chapter 1642

To Anya, Leo was wasting time on things that didn’t matter. Back when she wasn’t in Havenbrook, Leo was all business, all the time—the picture-perfect entrepreneur. But now that she was interning in town, she’d even asked for help getting a lawyer to look over her contract. Seriously? Couldn’t she just read it herself? And she insisted that Leo come home every night, which meant he lost hours just commuting back and forth.

Alyna never had the patience for women who played the damsel. She rolled her eyes and went off to bed by herself.

Night had fallen, and the roads were empty except for Leo’s car slicing through the dark.

He knew this route like the palm of his hand; every night looked the same. Beside him, Chunky had stuck with his diet and dropped nearly forty pounds.

“Leo, you’re in a mood tonight, huh?” Chunky asked, straight to the point.

Leo had been off ever since he got back from home.

With the window down, night air whipping through his hair, Leo finally said, “Ms. Anya found a job and didn’t even tell me. She interned for two weeks, finished her probation, and only then did she mention it.” He couldn’t keep the annoyance out of his voice.

Chunky shrugged. “You can’t blame her for that. She tried a bunch of times to join your company, but you wouldn’t let her. Now she’s graduated, wants to stay in Havenbrook, and what, she’s supposed to just hang around at home all day? And she interned for half a month without you even noticing—maybe you should think about that, too.”

Leo was quiet, eyes on the streetlights streaking by. “Chunky, I’ve been under a lot of pressure lately. I know I haven’t been there for Anya.”

Chunky gave his shoulder a friendly thump. “Leo, you’re tough as nails—a real fighter. If starting a business was easy, everyone would do it. But with Anya, listen to me: treat her right. She’s got nothing but you on her mind, doesn’t care about anything else. If you let her slip away, you won’t find another like her.”

Leo shot back, “You could still drop a few more.”

He headed up to his apartment.

At the door, Anya had left a soft, yellow nightlight on for him. Ever since he started coming home late, she always left a light burning. Leo slipped off his shoes and padded quietly into the bedroom. Anya was already asleep, curled up on her side.

He gently moved her phone from under her pillow to the nightstand, undressed, and slid into bed from the other side. With careful hands, he turned Anya toward him and wrapped her in his arms.