Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance novel Chapter 1832

Chunky poured two glasses of warm water. Alyna frowned. "Leo asked for warm water."

Chunky shot the overly talkative Alyna a look. "You really want to scald his actual grandfather?"

With that, Chunky carried the glasses into Leo's office.

"Your dad said the conditions here were awful and that you were suffering," Hansen was saying. "I came to check on you, but you don't even look like you've lost any weight."

"It's winter, I'm wearing thick clothes," Leo countered. "I actually have lost weight. I'm practically skin and bones."

"Then why hasn't your face lost any weight? Aside from looking older, your face is as round as ever."

"I learned it from you. Aside from wrinkles, your face is all meat too."

Hansen was speechless.

Walking in on the tail end of the exchange, Chunky was mildly stunned. Was this really how a grandfather and grandson greeted each other? It certainly didn't sound like it. Weren't grandparents supposed to hug you and fret over how thin you looked? Why were they roasting each other?

"Leo, did Anya make you any good food?" Hansen asked.

Leo nodded. "She did, but I'm absolutely not letting you have any."

Chunky didn't know what to say.

Hansen scoffed. "Fine, you moved out, but why did you have to drag Anya out with you?"

"She's my girlfriend," Leo replied. "If I didn't bring her with me, what were we supposed to do? Live apart?"

"The way you handled that was totally uncalled for."

"It's not the first uncalled-for thing I've done."

The two of them went back and forth, trading jabs like they were brainstorming insults.

Hansen ended up staying for lunch. "Your company's food is actually pretty decent, Leo."

"Grandpa, I'm running a startup, I'm not starving in the streets."

Mid-meal, Hansen's phone rang. "Hey there, my perfect little grandson. What's up?"

Realizing she wasn't going to win this debate, Naomi gave the boys a new mission: go wake up their respective mothers.

By noon, the two women were finally awake and groggily eating lunch at the dining table.

"Where's the old man?" Mia Irwin asked, noticing the empty seat.

"Dad went to check on Leo," Naomi explained.

Molly Cedillo yawned. "Well, Leo's going to have his hands full today."

Back at Golden Top, Hansen finished his meal and, despite the freezing weather, wandered out to the snowy ridges near the property to look around.

Since everyone was taking a lunch break, Leo followed him out, shivering. "Leo, has this company turned a profit yet?"

"Don't worry about it, Grandpa. I know what I'm doing."

"Andre asked where you were staying during dinner last night," Hansen noted. "Sleeping in this warehouse is too cold, and driving home late is exhausting. It's supposed to snow all week. The roads are slippery, the drive is slow, and it eats up your time."