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."

it with your brother? Is it

"No, just a sentence."

Chad and spoke clearly, "Wish my dearest brother a happy birthday. May you have me every year -

deeply touched by her simple words. Chad watched her, suddenly

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

from his pocket, one that Molly had chosen from

grab it, but Chad lifted it out of her reach.

tapped her forehead. "Remember this, every year, year after year, it has to be you!"

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

was intrigued. "Next year, I'll try

able to get out of bed next year," Molly

belly, playing with the little one inside. "That's okay. Andre said we'll have

He definitely doesn't want you

get

by

glanced at the empty spot next to her. "He came home. We were about to sleep, but then he

know. I'll ask

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

was 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

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

abruptly. "Honey, who are

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

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

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

Andre's luggage and immediately called two staff members to