Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance novel Chapter 956

The night had settled in deep, and Mia finally had a chance to catch her breath. She held her little boy, who was crying his heart out, and with a touch of humor, asked, "Has the 'Lake of Tears' run dry yet?"

Her little bundle of joy, already miffed by his mom's teasing, began to cry even harder. The little chub, soft and adorable, nestled in his mom's arms, wrapping his tiny fingers around her neck, sobbing away. Andre found himself once again tempted to find a quiet spot for some peace.

Meanwhile, in their cozy rented space, Leo was getting ready to head out. He grabbed his girlfriend's purse, threw on his thick coat, and took Anya's hand to lead her out.

Their roommates, already in their pajamas, couldn't help but tease, "Off again, Leo? You two heading to a hotel or something?"

"Get lost," Leo retorted with a grin, giving his roommate a playful punch. "I'm just walking Ms. Anya home."

In the elevator, Leo casually draped his arm over Anya’s shoulder and gently pulled her into a warm embrace.

As they stepped out into the chilly night air, Leo quickly slipped his coat over Anya’s shoulders. "Here, put this on so you don’t catch a cold," he insisted.

Anya pouted, clearly not thrilled. Leo, always the direct one, reached out and playfully pinched her cheeks, squeezing the pout away as she muttered, "Chad.."

Without missing a beat, Leo leaned in and kissed her softly. The faint taste of wine lingered—refreshing rather than overpowering. Anya closed her eyes, letting herself melt into the tenderness of the moment.

Under the quiet night sky, beneath the soft glow of streetlights, it was just the two of them. Anya felt the warmth and care in Leo's kiss, his rare tenderness enveloping her like a gentle breeze.

Leo's gentle touch gradually turned more passionate, like a storm brewing after a calm rain, making Anya's back ache with the intensity. She tried to speak but words escaped her.

In a bid to slow him down, she gave Leo a playful pinch on his side. He softened his approach, finally easing off and letting her catch her breath.

When he looked into her eyes again, Anya’s gaze was misty, full of softness and trust.

Leo swallowed hard, a little flustered, and quipped, "Good thing we weren't in the bedroom."

Anya blushed, catching the cheeky undertone in his words.

"Let’s get you home," Leo said, gently helping her with her coat.

As they wandered out of the complex, the road was silent, not a car in sight, just the streetlights standing guard over the peaceful asphalt.

The autumn breeze was biting, and the night air carried a chill that rustled the fallen leaves, adding a soft whisper to their walk.

Leo held Anya’s hand as they strolled along the empty street.

Anya exhaled, watching her breath form a cloud in the cold air. "Chad, look at that!" she exclaimed, pointing at the mist, delighted by the sight.

Leo chuckled, his eyes twinkling with warmth as he looked at her. Anya turned back to see his affectionate gaze, and her mind flashed back to the kiss, making her blush even more. "Chad, when you're quiet, you remind me of an uncle."

"How so?" Leo asked, amused.

"You just do. Uncles always treat their wives like kids they cherish, and you're just like that. You think I’m still a kid. So, when things get tough, you keep it all to yourself because you don’t want us to worry," Anya said, looking out at the endless road ahead, her voice carrying a hint of melancholy. "Sometimes, we just want to help, even if it’s just by making you laugh."

Before Leo could reply, Anya sighed, "You never give me the chance."