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."

coaxed her, "What's embarrassing about it with

"No, just a sentence."

Chad and spoke

simple words. Chad watched her, suddenly pulling

wish my most beloved Molly everlasting peace and joy. May you have me every year. Your most

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

it out of

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

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

intrigued. "Next year, I'll try this for my

might not be able to get out of

"That's okay.

He definitely doesn't want you to have another

"He doesn't get a

wasn't by her side. "Mia, it's so late. Andre

home. We were about to sleep, but then he took a call

know. I'll ask

with Molly, and

wife's incoming call and answered, "Hello,

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

who are you

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

one hand and pulling a suitcase with the other. He turned to the girl on

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

manager saw Andre's luggage and immediately called two staff