Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Chad pulled her up, pointing to the farthest couch. "Sit over there, away from me."

Molly pouted and obeyed with a small huff.

Soon, Molly's birthday cake arrived, and Chad went to pick it up. There was also a delicate little card tucked in the cake. It was clearly placed there intentionally. He picked up the card, opened it, and read the birthday wish, which instantly extinguished the fire in his heart. It was her handwriting. He recognized it. "Wish my dearest brother a happy birthday. May you have me every year - your most beloved, Molly."

Chad's lips curved slightly. He pocketed the card and took the cake home.

"Huh? Is there only a cake?" Molly circled the cake. Her mind was churning: "Strange, where's my card?"

Chad asked her irritably, "What else do you expect with a birthday cake?"

Molly scratched her head. "I did leave a card too..."

Coleen called the children to dinner with a smile, "Set up the cake quickly and come eat."

"Okay."

Molly felt a bit of regret. She should have kept the card and not left it at the bakery. Now it was lost.

Chad watched her expressions secretly, with a small smile playing on his lips.

After dinner, the cunning Chad invited his naïve sister for a walk. "Did something get lost on the cake today?" Molly said, "A card."

"What was written on the card?" The fox showed his tail.

Molly looked up at Chad. "It's a bit embarrassing to say."

her, "What's embarrassing about it with your

"No, just a sentence."

glow. She looked up at Chad and spoke clearly, "Wish my dearest brother a happy birthday. May you have me every year

touched by her simple words. Chad watched her, suddenly

words, "I also wish my most beloved Molly everlasting peace and joy. May you have me every

pulled out a rectangular card from his pocket, one that Molly had

Chad lifted it out of her

has to be you!" Molly's cheeks grew warm. "I don't want

fleeing figure, shook his head, and chuckled indulgently. He carefully pocketed Molly's card and followed her at

unique birthday gift, was intrigued. "Next year, I'll

out of bed next year," Molly

one inside. "That's okay. Andre said we'll have another one next

doesn't want you

get

could only brazenly say such things because Andre wasn't by her side. "Mia, it's so late. Andre still isn't

the empty spot next to her. "He came home. We were about to sleep, but then he took a call and

don't know. I'll ask

up with Molly, and then dialed her

his wife's incoming call and answered, "Hello,

suite." The receptionist's words made it

abruptly. "Honey, who are

Don't wait up for me. I won't be home till late."

a white backpack in one hand and pulling a suitcase with the other. He turned to the girl on the couch who was injured. "Anya,

couch, dressed in pajamas, had scratches on her arms and red marks on her face. She

Andre's luggage and immediately called two staff members