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."

with your brother? Is it a

"No, just a sentence."

and spoke clearly, "Wish my dearest brother a happy birthday. May

words. Chad watched her, suddenly pulling her into his

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!"

his pocket, one that Molly had chosen

but Chad lifted it out of her

year, year after year, it has to be you!" Molly's cheeks

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

unique birthday gift, was intrigued. "Next year, I'll try this for my husband's

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

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

just bragging. He definitely doesn't

get a say in

things because Andre wasn't by her side. "Mia, it's so late. Andre still isn't

home. We were about to sleep,

know. I'll ask him

hung up with Molly, and then dialed her

checking into a hotel, saw his wife's incoming call and answered, "Hello, why aren't you asleep?" "Honey, where did you go? Why aren't

the luxury suite." The receptionist's words

"Honey, who are

kid. You go to sleep. Don't wait up for me. I won't be home till

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

on the couch, dressed in pajamas, had scratches on her arms and red marks

saw Andre's luggage and immediately called two