Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance novel Chapter 1671

Mia and Molly quickly realized they’d teased too much. “Anya, you’re not getting pushed around at work, right? If anyone gives you trouble, just come straight to your aunt’s company.”

Anya shook her head and sat up straight. “Auntie, no one’s bullying me. And anyway, if someone tried, Milka already taught me how to handle it.”

“Milka?” Mia squinted, curious.

Meanwhile, Henry was busy with a giant piece of fried chicken, dunking it in his water before shoving it into his mouth.

Wayne grabbed Leo’s chopsticks, then bent down for a spoon. He gave it a lick, decided it was tasteless, and went to set it down. His little hand slipped, and with a loud clatter, the spoon hit the floor and shattered.

Henry saw what happened and bent down to pick it up, but just as he slid off his chair, his mom snagged the back of his shirt with one hand.

Mia was always worried her son would disappear if she didn’t keep a hand on him—even at the dinner table. “You mean Milka, Mars’s ex?” she asked.

Anya nodded. “Auntie, you know her?”

Mia and Molly exchanged a look. “Well, what do you know—small world!”

Mia had always wanted to meet Milka but never knew how to introduce herself. Now, thanks to Anya, the chance had landed right in her lap.

After dinner—plus a little extra for the broken spoon—the four of them headed out of the restaurant together.

“Hey, troublemaker, I always thought your brother was a handful, but you’re catching up fast,” Leo teased Wayne, ruffling his little brother’s hair.

Wayne stuck out his tongue. How did he always end up as Tony’s “troublemaker”?

Molly scooped up her son. “Who says my kid’s wild? He’s a dragon—fierce and brave.”

Everyone in Leo’s family—and their friends, even distant relatives—doted on Anya. Honestly, seeing everyone on her side made him happier than if they were all on his own. “You’ve been working for a while now. Since you’ve got this week off, how about I take you home to West Meadows? Your parents must be missing you. And you can see Blake—my little brother’s probably shot up another inch.”

Anya’s eyes lit up. “Really, Chad? You have time?”

“Time’s what you make it. We’ll go Friday, come back Sunday morning?”

Anya nodded, grinning from ear to ear.

The next day, at lunch with Milka, Anya brought up her weekend plans. “Aunt Milka—”

“Just Milka,” Milka corrected her for the third or fourth time. Anya quickly caught on—Milka was serious about boundaries, especially when it came to relationships—so she dropped the “Aunt.”

After updating Milka on her plans, Anya hesitated, then tested the waters. “Milka, when I get back, I want to invite a few friends out. Let’s all go grab some barbecue together, okay?”