Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance novel Chapter 1670

In the afternoon, Leo swung by to pick up Anya from work and happened to bump into Milka, who was clocking out at the same time.

It’d been years since Milka last saw Leo. At first, she almost didn’t recognize him—he’d shot up, turned into the kind of handsome young man who’d make anyone do a double-take. It wasn’t until he waved at Anya and casually slung his arm around her that Milka was finally sure. “Leo! Look at you—so tall and so handsome now. What a catch you’ve grown into.”

Leo grinned. “Aunt Milka, it’s been forever! Honestly, I had to do a double-take too.”

Back then, Aunt Milka was just a fresh-faced college girl. Now, she’d grown into a confident professional.

Anya tilted her head. Aunt Milka?

Wait, does that mean…

“Aunt Milka, see you! My Chad’s here to pick me up!” Anya shouted from the window.

Milka watched her, shaking her head at Anya’s silliness. “Call me ‘Sis’!”

“Nope, that would put me above Chad in the family pecking order!” Anya shot back with a laugh.

Leo started the car, still smiling. “Aunt Milka, I’m taking Ms. Anya somewhere. Let’s plan to get together soon—bring my uncle, and we’ll all have dinner.”

Milka waved them off, still a little stunned. Leo really had grown up—more and more like his uncle every year.

In the car, Anya chattered away about her day, sharing every detail and every compliment she’d received at work. Leo listened, patient and attentive.

At the restaurant, their group was already waiting—two grown-ups, two kids. Henry was being stubborn, reaching for a delicate plate. Mia kept telling him not to, but he wouldn’t listen. Finally, Mia gave his hand a gentle smack. Henry’s lips trembled, and then he started wailing.

“Did that hurt?” Mia asked.

Henry shook his head, tears running down his cheeks. “No.”

“So why are you crying?”

“You hit your baby, and now the baby’s not allowed to cry?”

Leo, quick as ever, caught the drift of their questions. “Just two women—the rest are guys. One does finance, the other’s our cook.”

Just a minute ago, Anya had been happily spoon-feeding Henry. Now, she was quietly gnawing on a chicken wing, suddenly at a loss for words.

“They don’t go home to sleep?” Molly asked. “Why’s that?”

Leo explained, “The cook’s place is nearby, so she usually stays at the studio for convenience. Plus, she’s not big on using her own AC in the summer, so she hangs out at the studio to keep cool. As for the other one…”

Anya’s heart skipped a beat. She started chewing more slowly.

Leo slipped his arm around Anya’s shoulders. “Honestly, I don’t really know her situation—Chunky deals with that. But hey, I’ve got a home and a girlfriend, so I keep my distance from other women. Ms. Anya has nothing to worry about.”

Anya bit her tongue and looked up at Mia and Molly with an embarrassed, toothy grin.

She was completely at ease.