Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance novel Chapter 1655

“You silly girl,” Mia said with a smile. “Your parents dote on you so you’ll be happy, not so you’ll have to put up with anything. You really think Leo could stand to see you suffer?”

Henry, who’d already snuck a few sips of soda, piped up, “My big brother would never let me get hurt~”

Mia ruffled his hair. “Exactly! Just look at Henry—hey, Henry! Are you begging for trouble? You swiped drinks from both glasses!”

Henry, proud of himself and full of stolen soda, could tell his mom was about to explode. Before she could reach him, he made a split-second decision—splash! He dove into the pool, grinning mischievously. Clad in her summer dress, Mia could only stand on the edge shaking her finger at him, shouting, “Henry, get out of that pool, right now!”

The happier Henry was, splashing around all afternoon, the louder he wailed that evening.

When his dad got home, he found Henry standing in the corner, doing his best impression of an angel. “What’s he done this time?” Andre asked.

Mia let out a sigh. “This afternoon, Anya and I had drinks with ice. I turned my back for a second, and Henry—fresh out of the pool—drank both of them. Not just a sip, but finished both glasses. Just wait, his stomach’s going to hurt tonight, and you’ll see how pitiful he can be.”

Sure enough, Mia’s prediction hit the mark.

In the middle of the night, Henry woke up clutching his belly, whimpering for Mom and Dad.

Andre got up, made him some medicine, and Henry curled up in Mia’s arms, looking so miserable that she couldn’t even bring herself to scold him.

The medicine cabinet was always stocked at their house—Henry made sure of that.

Andre cradled his son, rubbing his little tummy and soothing him with soft words until Henry finally drifted off to sleep after half an hour.

The next day, Henry’s meals were back to plain and simple.

Andre teased him, “You’re just like your grandpa—always sneaking snacks, then complaining your tummy hurts.” The two of them, one old and one young, were a perfect pair.

At lunch, Milka stopped at the nearby market and bought Anya a bottle of electrolytes to guard against the heat.

“Don’t come looking for me on weekends at lunchtime anymore,” Milka told her. “I can eat by myself, you know.”

Anya shook her head. “But Milka, I ran out of fruit at home. I tried to get up early to go buy some, but I just couldn’t drag myself out of bed. By the time I did, I figured I’d take the trash out too, and then somehow I ended up washing all the sheets, hanging them up, and cleaning the whole apartment. By the time I finished, it was already past eleven and I was starving—so I came to find you for lunch!”

With Anya, you never felt guilty for a second. Talking with her was always a breath of fresh air—easy, light, and just what you needed.

Milka treated her to a drink. “After lunch, I’ll go with you to buy fruit and then drop you off at home.”

After they ate, they cooled off in the grocery store for a bit. But Anya waved her off. “Milka, you’re busiest on Saturdays, always meeting clients. I just want to take a walk and enjoy the sun.”