Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance novel Chapter 1492

Anya was sprawled out on her bed, chatting away on the phone with her boyfriend. Ash was right there too, lying nearby, soaking up every word like it was the latest episode of her favorite show.

That afternoon, Leo and Chunky were both slammed with work. The black market was buzzing—everyone wanted Chunky for side gigs, and he was so busy he barely had time to catch his breath. In the sweltering summer heat, he ran around until he was drenched. After two weeks of this, he’d dropped a noticeable amount of weight.

Naomi tried twice to swing by her son’s apartment, hoping to catch him at home, but both times she went home disappointed. Bruce had no better luck—he struck out after several attempts too.

Whenever they called, Leo sounded just as rushed as ever. “Don’t worry, Mom, Dad. I’m just a bit tied up right now. Once I get some free time, I’ll come pick you up and we’ll grab dinner together.” Same old line every time.

Their anxiety only grew, so they decided to just wait for him at the entrance to his building. It was late—the stars were barely visible and the crowds had long since gone—when Leo’s car finally rolled up.

“Mom? Dad?” Leo spotted their license plate from a distance.

He parked and hopped out to greet them. When Bruce noticed Chunky with Leo, he was caught off guard—he had no clue which friend this was. After Leo made introductions, Chunky sensibly excused himself: “Leo, go catch up with your folks. I’ll head home.”

That night, the three of them went to a little restaurant. Leo explained what had him so busy: “Between the renovations, buying equipment, and all the trips to city hall, I just haven’t had a free moment.”

Naomi noticed how much thinner her son looked, and her heart twisted with worry. All through dinner, she kept piling food onto his plate. “Eat up, sweetheart. If Anya saw you like this, she’d never let you skip a proper meal at home again.”

Bruce looked at Leo, torn between pride and concern. He kept adding food to Leo’s plate too, peppering him with questions: “If you need anything, promise us you’ll call, okay?”

“I know, Dad. I will.”

“What’s left in terms of paperwork?” Bruce asked, still looking for something else he could help with.

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