Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Molly blinked in disbelief, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "So the only reason you married me was to sleep with me?" "Yep."

Usually thick-skinned, Molly found herself outmatched by Chad, of all people. How did he manage to outdo her in audacity?

"Oh, please! Dream on, buddy," Molly retorted, her cheeks flushing a telltale crimson. Lately, she didn't know what was up with her. Every time she faced Chad, her verbal sparring took a nosedive, as if she'd met her match. After their spat, Molly, unashamed, asked, "So, Chad, when do you get off work?"

"Why?"

"Well, it's almost Christmas, and I haven't gotten a new dress yet," she hinted.

Chad flushed with embarrassment. "Didn't you just...?"

Catching the disapproving glare from Molly's sparkling eyes, he quickly corrected himself. "I'm off at six, just wait for me on the couch."

Just the other day, Molly had splurged on new clothes, and here she was, craving a Christmas outfit already.

The enigma of a woman's desire to shop was something Chad still found baffling.

Come afternoon, Chad took Molly's hand as they left the station.

Behind them, Donnie started his teasing, "There she goes, there she goes, off with the captain's credit card."

Old Cody chuckled. "Donnie, give up the badge, man. The local comedy club is hiring. You've got talent; maybe it's time for a career switch."

Donnie packed up his desk, ready to call it a day, and joked, "If I switch, my old man would kill me."

Chad thought Molly would go for another dress or the latest designer bag, but at the mall, she dragged him straight to the men's section.

He looked at her in surprise. "Who's this for?"

"For the dog."

Molly's waist got another playful slap from Chad as he teased, "Say that again!"

she muttered,

was thrilled. All his affection for Molly

footing the bill, he was charmed by her

dresses. This time, the roles reversed. Now she watched him try on clothes, giving approving nods or decisive headshakes. Fortunately, since Molly had once shopped

complimented them. "Are you siblings? You two are

salesperson had heard Molly switch between calling him "Chad" and "bro," she naturally assumed they were brother and sister. Chad clarified while paying, "We're getting

"Oh, fiancés! Congratulations!"

impression of the

to announce his upcoming marriage to Molly to everyone in

Chad, aren't you siblings?" everyone

We were like siblings

had no clue that in the time it took to try on a few outfits, her wedding date had become common

Molly persuaded Chad to take her to a new

for clothes, three thousand

was still

about getting married. Puzzled, she asked her friend Mia, "Do you think I'm taking this marriage too lightly? I have zero reaction, almost like it isn't even happening to me. How did you feel before you got married?" Mia replied, "You're

Molly. She had indeed joined her friend's rant against the Cedillo

it be that I don't like

doubting your feelings. Maybe you're just too familiar with the Byrne family, and marrying into it feels like going back home. Maybe the wedding's just a formality to you?" The thought of questioning her affection for

call off the engagement, Chad

on her

knocking came at her door, followed by the sounds of a little

the door to find her husband with their bundle-of-joy son

guy,

fussier, only quieting down with

mama's boy, sometimes he needed his daddy

find only his mother and

couldn't fathom why her son had suddenly become

festive season was upon Havenbrook, blanketed in a fresh layer of snow,

were up, the snow at