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."

about it with your brother? Is

"No, just a sentence."

glow. She looked up at Chad and spoke clearly, "Wish my dearest brother a

simple words. Chad watched her, suddenly pulling her into his

his heartbeat. Then, she heard Chad's words, "I also wish my most beloved Molly everlasting peace and joy. May you have

rectangular card from his pocket,

lifted it out of her reach. "Molly, remember what

gently tapped her forehead. "Remember this, every year, year after year, it has to be you!" Molly's cheeks grew

indulgently. He carefully pocketed Molly's card and followed her

birthday gift, was intrigued. "Next year, I'll try this for

able to get out of bed next year," Molly retorted

okay. Andre said we'll have another one next

definitely doesn't want you to

"He doesn't get a say in

say such things because Andre wasn't by her side. "Mia,

home. We were about to sleep, but then he took a call and left." "Where did

know. I'll ask

with Molly, and

answered, "Hello, why aren't you asleep?" "Honey, where

the luxury suite." The receptionist's words made it through

who are

up for me. I won't be home till late." Andre hung up after

a white backpack in one hand and pulling a suitcase with the other. He turned to the girl on the couch

pajamas, had scratches on her arms and red marks on her face. She walked towards Andre. Her voice choked,

and immediately called two staff