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 your brother? Is it a piece of

"No, just a sentence."

looked up at Chad and spoke clearly, "Wish my dearest brother a happy birthday. May you

simple words. Chad watched

everlasting peace and joy. May you have me every year. Your most beloved... Chad." Molly looked up abruptly. Her eyes were meeting his fiery gaze. "Chad, you got my card!"

rectangular card from his pocket, one

it, but Chad lifted it out of her

forehead. "Remember this, every year, year after year, it has to be you!" Molly's cheeks grew warm. "I don't want to play

and chuckled indulgently. He carefully pocketed Molly's

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

out of bed next year,"

okay. Andre said we'll have

definitely doesn't want

get a say

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

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

I'll ask

hung up with Molly, and then dialed her husband's

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

luxury suite." The receptionist's words

sat up abruptly. "Honey, who are you getting a

go to sleep. Don't wait up for me. I won't be

pulling a suitcase with the other. He turned to the girl on the couch who was injured. "Anya, I've

in pajamas, had scratches on her arms and red marks

hotel manager saw Andre's luggage and immediately called two staff members to