Sweet Mischief's Rollercoaster Romance novel Chapter 702

Mia noticed Anya's sudden move and was startled. Andre hurried over to catch the nearly half-basket of cherries Anya had picked.

Leo, being tall, stood there and helped Anya untangle the branches caught in her dress hem. Finally, he extended his hand, "Take my hand, I'll lift you down."

Anya hesitated, thinking about her weight. "No, Chad, you can't carry me~"

"Stop the nonsense and get down here!" Leo shouted.

Anya, feeling a bit scared, looked at Leo with a pout, "Chad, I'm afraid I'll crush you, and we'll both get hurt."

In the end, Anya didn't let Leo carry her but took his hand and safely walked to the lower part of the tree. When she tried to jump down, Leo, without a word or giving Anya time to react, went straight to her, wrapped his arms around her waist, and lifted her down.

Anya's face turned crimson. "Chad~"

"You're nineteen, not four. I can handle it!"

Anya blushed even more.

The treetop that Anya had plundered looked as if it had never borne cherries, now only filled with green leaves.

Molly picked for a bit longer, and then Chad took her hand, guiding her down slowly.

Despite picking cherries together, Mia and Molly combined couldn't match Anya's speed.

Scott saw this and praised Anya, "You're a natural at this."

If it wasn't for the fact that they couldn't afford to hire Anya, Scott would have been tempted. Such efficiency in cherry picking, filling half a basket in no time, was invaluable for their work.

Shortly after, Anya eyed another tree, knowing she had worried Chad earlier. "Chad, can I climb another tree?"

Leo glanced at Anya's dress and thought about their chat the night before. "…Okay."

With excitement, Anya climbed another tree, and Henry grew even fonder of Aunt Anya, babbling excitedly as he watched her.

Seeing his mother eating cherries, Henry wanted to snatch them from her mouth. After being full from formula, he opened his little mouth, wanting cherries too. "Ma ma ma ma."

"Even if you say 'mommy,' you can't have any."

Eventually, Henry cried out of frustration, and Mia carried him through the orchard to where the farmers were inspecting the large cherries.

"Oh, you brought such a little one out to play?" someone noticed Mia carrying the child and quickly offered her a stool.

Mia thanked them and sat down. "Auntie, how many acres have you planted?" Mia directly engaged in conversation with a group of women of her mother's age.

Henry was seated on her lap. "This is the Wu family's land, this whole orchard belongs to them; we're just helping out." Looking at the little chubby one in Mia's arms, adoration showed in the eyes of those nearby. "Is this your little one? So chubby and cute. What do you feed him?"

Henry, grabbing at his mom's thin sweater sleeve, answered for her, "Ah ah," implying he's a well-fed little boy.

Mia wrapped her arms around her chubby son. "He's been on breast milk and formula."

She chatted with the women nearby, and someone offered Henry a cherry. Mia took it, split it, tasted half herself, and let her son's little tongue have a taste to satisfy his craving.

Molly kept rubbing the sticky cherry juice off her hands, while Chad went over to chat with Scott. "This year's cherries seem to be growing well. How's the harvest?"