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 piece of

"No, just a sentence."

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

her simple words. Chad watched her, suddenly

shocked, but the next moment she was in his warm embrace, listening to his heartbeat. Then, she heard Chad's words, "I also wish my most beloved Molly everlasting peace and joy. May you have me every year. Your most beloved... Chad." Molly looked up abruptly.

pulled out a rectangular card from his pocket, one

out of her reach.

tapped 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 with you anymore." And suddenly, she

head, and chuckled indulgently. He carefully

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

get out

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

bragging. He definitely doesn't want you to have

"He doesn't get a say in

brazenly say such things because Andre wasn't by her

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

don't know. I'll ask

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

answered, "Hello, why aren't you

here's your key for the luxury suite." The

"Honey, who are you getting a

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

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

saw Andre's luggage and immediately called