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 a piece

"No, just a sentence."

the evening glow. She looked up at Chad and spoke clearly, "Wish my dearest brother a happy birthday. May you have

touched by her simple words. Chad watched her, suddenly

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!" Molly realized

card from his pocket, one that Molly

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

to be you!" Molly's cheeks grew warm.

his head, and chuckled indulgently. He

was intrigued. "Next year, I'll try

to get out of

inside. "That's okay. Andre said we'll have another one next year

He definitely doesn't want you to have another

doesn't get a say

say such things because Andre wasn't by

to sleep, but then he took a

don't know. I'll ask him

hung up with Molly, and then dialed

wife's incoming call and answered, "Hello, why aren't

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

abruptly. "Honey, who are you getting

for me. I

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

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

manager saw Andre's luggage and immediately