Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance novel Chapter 1096

"Honey, do you think there's something wrong with our genes?" Andre mused, lost in thought as he watched their son. Meanwhile, Henry was delighted to claim the grandparents' bedroom.

On another note, Andre's gaze lingered on his wife with a hint of mischief. "You know, the big ones are just prototypes. It's the smaller ones that are the true masterpieces."

Anya felt out of place every day she stayed away from the Cedillo family home. Twice, she almost snuck back to sleep there, but before she could step out, Leo appeared in his pajamas, asking, "All dressed up, where do you think you're going?"

He casually poured himself a glass of water at the dining table, while Anya shifted awkwardly at the door. "Just going for a night run," she mumbled.

Leo set down his glass. "Hold on, let me change, and I'll join you."

Anya fiddled nervously with the doorknob as Leo's presence filled the room.

The master bedroom was reserved for Anya, even though she initially wanted the guest room. Leo joked, "The guest room's closet isn't big enough for even two teddy bears. The master has a walk-in closet, perfect for your clothes and those bears."

"But Chad's paying the rent. I can't just take the master bedroom," Anya protested.

Leo playfully tapped her forehead. "Why don't you know how to take advantage of your boyfriend?"

Anya blinked, "Chad, I'm not with you to take advantage. Besides, relationships should be equal, unless you want me to go Dutch!"

Living together brought its own set of challenges, Leo realized. Scratching his head, he reasoned, "Look, you're only using the master bedroom, while I have the guest room and a study. The combined space I use is bigger than just the master. Plus, you're already helping me earn money. Hiring a financial advisor would be costly. So, get back to sleep. If you keep this up, I'll move to the master bedroom, and you'll have to share it with me!"

Anya quickly retreated to the master bedroom, leaving Leo to ruffle his hair in frustration. "Stubborn little Ms. Anya," he muttered.