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."

her, "What's embarrassing about it with your brother? Is it

"No, just a sentence."

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

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

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.

from his pocket, one that Molly had chosen from

out of her reach. "Molly, remember what you wrote." "I

you!" Molly's cheeks grew warm. "I don't want to play

shook his head, and chuckled indulgently. He carefully pocketed Molly's card and followed her at a

about the unique birthday gift, was intrigued. "Next year, I'll try this for

get out of bed next year," Molly retorted without

the little one inside. "That's okay.

definitely doesn't want you

get a

such things because Andre wasn't by her

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

don't know. I'll

with Molly, and then dialed her husband's

a hotel, saw his wife's incoming call and answered, "Hello, why aren't you asleep?" "Honey,

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

abruptly. "Honey, who are you getting a hotel

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

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

dressed in pajamas, had scratches on her arms and

hotel manager saw Andre's luggage and immediately