Sweet Mischief's Rollercoaster Romance novel Chapter 504

Mia was a whirlwind of activity, generously sharing her meticulously crafted notes with Molly and Anya. “Someday, when you two become moms, you'll find this gold. Soak it up now while it’s on the house, ‘cause once my little munchkin hits his first birthday, I’m starting a consultancy fee for parenting tips.”

Molly arched an eyebrow. “Do you think I can’t afford your sage advice?”

Mia shot back a screenshot of a generous bank transfer her husband had made a few days prior. “If you think you can swing it, by all means, I welcome your business.”

Jade chimed in with a quick message: Got it saved.

Anya followed suit: Me too, all saved.

Leo teased Anya, “You’re only eighteen. What’s the rush?”

Anya blinked, her innocent face lighting up. “Right, I’m just eighteen, not even at the marrying age yet. Why am I in a hurry?” But then she impulsively deleted the photo.

She paused, reconsidering. “But wait, Leo, what if I need this stuff later?”

She retrieved Mia’s photo from the chat and saved it again.

Leo pointed out the obvious: “By the time you’re a mom, your phone will be an antique.”

Anya felt the weight of his logic, her naivety ensnaring her in a dilemma over a simple photo.

Leo ended up saving Mia’s notes for her. “Let’s eat, I saved them for you.”

“Alright.”

Leo always seemed to have a solution or decision ready whenever Anya was in a bind.

“I have to step out this afternoon,” Leo said as he planned to drop Anya off at her place. “I’ll…”

“Leo, where are you headed? I’ll come with you,” Anya, ever the tagalong, quickly interjected.

“I’m off to a tech conference. Pretty sure computer talk isn’t your cup of tea.”

“No worries, I can wait in the car.”

Leo hesitated. When had he missed the memo that Anya had become so clingy?

“That’s gonna be a drag. It’s a boys’ club. If you don’t want to head home, I can drop you at Mia’s. You can hang out with little Henry.”

Anya picked up on Leo’s reluctance and didn’t push. “Okay, just don’t forget to pick me up later.”

“Yeah, let’s eat.”

After school, Leo drove Anya toward Maplewood Estates, feeling the unusual quiet next to him. He glanced at Anya, “Still want to crash the tech conference?”

“I’m curious,” she admitted.

Without another word and ignoring the turnoff for Maplewood Estates, Leo accelerated straight past it.

“Leo, you missed the turn,” Anya pointed out.

Leo replied, “Once we get to the conference, find a couch and park yourself there. And don’t give out any personal info, not even your phone or laptop password, to anyone there.”

Anya’s eyes widened with disbelief and excitement. “Leo, are you really taking me with you?”

Her excitement was palpable as she settled in her seat, bombarding him with questions. “Leo, what are you doing there? What’s it all about?”

“Fewer questions, more silence. And keep this to yourself, not a word to the family.”

Anya asked, “Can Auntie or Aunt know?”

“Nobody,” Leo said firmly.

Anya’s joy was a mystery to Leo; why was she always so cheerfully clueless?