Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Molly slouched into her family's suburban home, her head hanging low. As soon as she stepped through the door, she locked eyes with her dad, Hansen. Father and daughter stared at each other, a heavy silence between them.

It was that damned fate - you always run into the person you least want to see.

"Dad, there's no such thing as a grudge that can't be mended between father and daughter, right?" Molly ventured.

"There is," Hansen replied curtly.

Jade was at a loss for words; why wasn't her dad following the script?

"Should I... go kneel in front of mom's portrait for a while?" Molly asked tentatively.

"Do that."

Jade: ""

She realized then, the whole 'like father, like daughter' thing was in full swing in the Cedillo household.

Defeated, Molly trudged upstairs and knelt before her late mother's photo.

So engrossed was she in her act of penance that her sisters didn't even notice she was home.

It wasn't until dinner when an extra plate appeared on the table that one of her sisters remarked, "Huh, when did you get back?" She had spent the whole afternoon in her room, video-calling her kids and Anya, oblivious to her best friend's return. Molly felt drained, too scared to speak up.

Andre had returned as well and was holding his mischievous son during dinner.

At the table, Molly didn't dare lift her head to meet her family's gaze.

However, the family didn't scold her again, and everyone dispersed after the meal.

Hansen had calmed down and had started to accept the situation.

Bruce, nagged by his wife, had also come around.

And Andre... had been forced to let it go.

Molly was uneasy. "Mia, do you think Dad and my brothers are just holding their breath, waiting to drop some big bombshell?"

just got over a spat with me and doesn't dare stir things

later that Mia learned Molly had been back for a while, only to be

ready, and it was forced onto

grabbed her hand and examined the ring on her middle finger. "Molly, we used to

ring, buying into their slogan about loving me for

least you got a diamond ring. I still don't understand why Andre spent a fortune on a glass mug

the staircase, Andre, carrying his now-awake son and preparing to hand him over for feeding, paused

major shopping mall, Andre appeared,

around the display, but when

Was that Andre holding a child? Andre, of all people, looking at

the rings, ignoring the stunned onlookers as he held his son close and examined

by his mother and then taken out by his father, was

caught the

you looking

my wife,"

at the little tyke in Andre's arms, a

succinctly,

son? But it made sense; only a precious

buy engagement rings, usually with their wives at their side. This was the first time seeing someone pick out a ring for his wife while holding his son-and that

sell one ring per man for

that's our

was in the right place. He pointed

ring. Andre considered it for a moment, then lifted his son up to get his

little one

settled on a 70-point round diamond ring they couldn't take their

one

held the ring under the light. "We'll

one cooed in agreement with his father's

Andre pulled out his ID and bank card.

managed to sign his wife's information with one hand. A simple action that caused quite a

sprawling in his father's arms; after all, as someone's baby,

at the Cedillo