Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Andre casually remarked, "It's not yet Leo's time."

By the time Jade got home, night had already fallen.

She woke up feeling refreshed and immediately noticed the man lying next to her. It took a moment for Molly to remember: Oh, right, she was married now. But... this wasn't the honeymoon suite.

A couple of seconds later, it dawned on her: Oh, she had wandered into the wrong room.

Sitting up, she accidentally pulled the blanket off Chad. Her hair was stiff with gel, and her makeup was smeared and uncomfortable. She decided she needed a shower and tiptoed out of the bedroom, trying not to wake Chad. Taking advantage of his deep sleep, she headed to the actual bridal suite.

When she walked in, Molly was captivated by the sight of balloons. A large red heart made of balloons was positioned by the window, even prettier than the one Anya had made for her. She admired it briefly before heading into the shower.

Three minutes later, Chad returned to the bridal suite and heard the shower running. He smirked, loosening his tie and heading to the walk-in closet. Not long after, the water stopped, and Molly came out wrapped in a towel, only to find a man's tie on the bed. Then, Chad emerged from the closet. Their eyes met, and Molly was taken aback, her skin still glistening with water droplets.

Chad's gaze slowly moved from her face down to her shoulder, his shirt collar slightly open as he moved toward her.

Molly backed away, "What are you doing? When did you wake up? Why didn't you say something when you came in?"

Chad cornered her at the vanity, his eyes on her as she nervously swallowed. He chuckled, "You weren't this shy in a towel before."

perfect gentleman and looked away when

Chad reached out and removed the shower cap from her head. "Come to the bathroom, let me dry your hair for you." "No need, I can

sliding door, watching her. She turned on the hairdryer and raised her hand to start drying her hair, but the towel under

dinner, so they skipped the evening meal. After drying her hair, Chad pressed his hands against the vanity from behind her. From behind, it looked like Chad was enveloping Molly in an embrace. Feeling the warmth of the man

was an underlying meaning to his question. She nodded, "I'm tired, very tired right

gaze drifting to the smooth lines of her shoulder, now dry. He leaned down, as if to kiss her neck, "You've

grew nervous and pushed Chad's hand away, quickly running out to fetch her pajamas from the walk-in

his hair also stiff with gel, went to take a shower. Lying in the red-themed bridal suite, Molly found herself unable to sleep, just as before. She blamed it on her position in bed, so she rolled over to Chad's usual side,

the water started again, her emotions rollercoasting. She needed someone

top contact,

worse, hiding under the covers, pushing her husband away with a pleading look, "No, honey, I explained it today. I just got carried away wanting to catch the bouquet. I never even caught it, just wanted the thrill. I wasn't, you know, pretending to be that... Besides, you're so well-known, right? Everyone knows who your wife is. Our son is so adorable, who wouldn't know he's mine?" Andre grabbed Mia's foot, pulling her

found herself "oppressed" by her husband, the room only filled with her intermittent scolding and suppressed panting. Mia didn't hold back her words, "Next life, I'll be the man, you be the woman, then you'll see what it's like... ah, honey, I was wrong, so wrong." Feeling an unusual

grandson locked eyes. The little guy began to "woe woe" again. Hansen thought if it weren't for wanting a granddaughter, he

a sneeze to his

exhausted to scold her husband any longer. Molly didn't receive a reply to

Molly had tossed and turned in,