Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

When Chad got out of his car, he thought he had left unnoticed, but when he tiptoed into the living room to change his boots and saw Molly sleeping on the couch, he was taken aback. Why was she sleeping here? Could she have been waiting for him? After washing the blood off his hands in the bathroom, he moved to the living room, staring at the beautiful young girl asleep on the couch - a delicate doll, just like the first time he saw her.

He sat on the sofa, gazing at her from a close distance. His mind was flooded with memories of her- the good, the bad, the sweet, and the infuriating. Each image of her was lively, like a little pixie dancing in his heart.

He could be firm with anyone, but with Molly, he was always wavering, always indulgent. He spoiled her rotten, making sure she only ever needed him. He cherished her deeply.

To protect his girl, Chad would crush any ill intentions before they even had a chance to manifest.

He carefully lifted Molly, cradling her sleeping form in his arms. She woke groggily, rubbing sleep from her eyes. "Chad, you're back," she murmured, wrapping her arms around his neck. Her concern for him was evident in her tone. Chad chuckled. It was a deep, magnetic sound that tugged at Molly's heartstrings.

"Chad, did you get in a fight?"

Chad said, "I'm a law enforcement officer. I don't fight."

"Okay," Molly replied, though she didn't quite believe him.

He brought her to her bedroom door, setting her down. "You can go back to sleep now."

"Chad."

"Yes?"

"Never mind."

sleep." Chad opened the door for

then asked, "Do you

Chad didn't say anything.

Chad,

meant on the

Chad had already left.

pouted, "Fine, I'll save my kisses

next morning, Molly was still in bed at half-past seven for her eight

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a stainless steel pot cover in one hand and a spatula in the other. Everyone in the Byrne household watched in surprise as Chad walked upstairs. A few moments later, the sound

out, "Okay, I'm up! Chad, I'm

Molly was downstairs

set the pot cover and spatula down,

trying to clear the ringing in her ears. "I need to

seven minutes to

retreated to the bathroom. Chad turned to the housemaid. "Can you pack Molly's breakfast

to her husband. "Our son

replied, "Our daughter seems a bit

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