Sweet Mischief's Rollercoaster Romance novel Chapter 467

Leo, who had no status in the Cedillo family, disdained it. “What’s this?”

“A shield against punches,” she replied.

Leo was speechless.

Mia laughed loudly before pulling out her own gift. “Molly’s gift only treats the symptoms. Mine treats the root cause.”

“And what’s that?” Leo asked.

“A secret martial arts manual.”

Again, Leo fell silent.

Andre, his uncle, stifled a laugh behind his hand. Leo stood, gesturing to his empty chair. “Come, come, who wants to be the birthday boy? Let’s switch seats.”

Laughter erupted around the table. Hansen, Leo’s grandfather, looked at his grandson with love in his eyes. “Sit down now.”

Chad handed over his pre-prepared gift - a fountain pen. “I hope this helps you make progress in your studies, Leo.”

“Thanks, Chad,” Leo replied, accepting the relatively normal gift.

Andre, always one to do things differently, simply tossed his car keys to his nephew.

Leo’s eyes widened. “A McLaren sports car! Uncle, I love you!”

Mia turned to her husband with wide eyes. “Honey, I want one too.”

“First, learn how to drive the car I already bought you, then I’ll get you a new one,” Andre replied.

Mia had previously promised Andre she would learn how to drive the luxury car he’d bought her, but instead, she’d let it gather dust in the garage.

In a huff, Mia agreed, “Fine.”

Anya, who came in a hurry, hadn’t managed to bring a gift. Looking at the table laden with food, she offered, “Leo, I didn’t have time to get you a birthday gift. Let me make you some pasta instead.”

The Cedillo family, having previously suffered under Mia’s disastrous cooking, immediately refused. “No need, Anya,” Hansen said. “Your presence is gift enough. We have plenty of food.”

Naomi, another victim of Mia’s culinary experiments, agreed. “It’s the thought that counts, Anya. No need to cook.”

Andre also had memories he’d rather forget.

At the table, only Mia kept her head down, silently sipping her soup.

Anya stood, “Don’t worry, I can cook.”

Hansen thought back to when Mia had promised him the same thing. “Really, Anya, sit down and enjoy the meal,” he insisted.

Molly was puzzled by everyone’s strange reaction. “Anya, can you really cook?” she asked.

Anya nodded. She was keen to make a dish for Leo.

Molly, believing in Anya’s capabilities, pointed to the kitchen. “It’s over there. Go ahead.”