Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Chapter 506

Chad turned his gaze to Molly, anticipation twinkling in his eyes as he awaited her response.

"Ah, introductions, huh? Waste of space compared to a nurse? Able to keep house and look after my bro, a daily vision of loveliness and grace."

Colleen eyed her daughter, "If your brother married someone like you, it'd be him keeping house and looking after you."

Chad raised an eyebrow at his sister. Ever since he found out she was playing dumb, he stopped holding back on certain matters.

This left Molly feeling like she was walking on air, uncertain of Chad's feelings towards her since neither had broached the subject directly.

Complicating matters was one of Chad's admirers at the hospital, prompting Jade to insist on discharging their mother early that afternoon.

But Molly couldn't shake the nagging feeling in her heart.

Her scholarship had come through, and she'd bought a smartphone specially for Chad. Before handing it over, she cautioned, "Bro, you gotta steer clear of those girls with bad intentions."

Chad accepted the phone, a teasing smile on his lips, "Does that include you?"

Molly's face flushed with embarrassment, "I-I didn't mean it like that!"

"Like what?"

Just as Molly was about to lash out in frustration, Chad caught her wrist, pulling her close, "You're the only exception."

Her cheeks betrayed her once again, turning a deep shade of crimson.

And lately, whenever she faced Chad, it was as if her tongue was tied in knots!

meaning was clear: she was the exception among all the girls who harbored

her hand, staring at the blank blackboard,

her gently,

"Huh? What?"

up with you lately? Daydreaming

quickly found a scapegoat, "Oh, I'm just thinking about

approaching, and the little one had been home for nearly a

it on her son. The jacket with its fluffy white trim; a little tiger hat with ears nestled in white fur, bearing the letter "K" for "King" in the middle; and those tiny red shoes, barely the size

tigers in other styles of embroidery, but she preferred the softer, more affectionate version for

a too fierce tiger might somehow unsettle her son. A fierce tiger was suited for a

she chose the sweetly embroidered

"My boy, you've been feeding well at home for a month,

a little bundle of joy,

asked, "Looking

after, Andre appeared, trying on a tailored suit for his

to a gray one for the day,

his little "tiger" and, holding his son's bottom, said to Mia,

lit up with joy, "Already time

concern for her son's discomfort that was evident in

crying at their shots, and I can't help

laid his son

and with a nanny to help, Molly

make her debut as

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