Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

After Molly slapped Chad across the face, he became noticeably more subdued.

Lying in Molly's bed, Chad just couldn't fall asleep. Molly sat beside him, her eyes firmly on him, instructing, "Close your eyes."

Chad kept trying to sneak a touch, but each time, Molly swatted his hand away. "Go to sleep, eyes shut!"

Finally, with his eyes closed, Chad managed to catch a brief rest.

Since he was staying at his father-in-law's house, Chad didn't have any clothes there, so he ended up sleeping in the buff. Molly, surprisingly, didn't object this time.

Chad's clothes, which he had removed just before bed, were neatly collected by Molly and placed on the armchair at the foot of the bed. She watched over Chad until he fell asleep, then quietly slipped out to call her mom. "Hey, Mom, has Chad been home these past few days?"

"If you're not home, why would your brother bother coming back? If it weren't for showering or changing clothes, he could go a year without stepping foot in the house."

"So, he's been staying late at work?" Molly's voice rose in shock as if her mom was right in front of her.

Her mother frowned, "He didn't come to see you?"

"He did, but... I never kept him over," Molly's voice tapered off. "Is he sick or something?" Molly wasn't sure who she was more annoyed with as she hung up the phone in a huff after cursing Chad out.

Returning to the bedroom, she found Chad sound asleep. Approaching the bed, she contemplated giving Chad a punch in the stomach, muttering, "Chad, you're just a drama king, always playing the victim to win my sympathy, huh? Well, nice try, jerk." Chad stirred slightly, and Molly instantly quieted down, torn between irritation and concern.

Also annoyed at herself for being so soft.

By noon, the household staff had prepared lunch and came to call the family to eat, but ended up finding only Mr. and Mrs. Smith at the table.

"Where's everyone else?" Mrs. Smith asked.

The staff replied, "Asleep, perhaps?"

With precision, they added, "Miss isn't asleep, but Sir is. Miss insisted we shouldn't disturb him."

"Then let Molly come down for lunch."

wait and eat together when Sir

just eat, Naomi. They'll eat when

call Anya and Leo back then? It's such a

about wasting food, Leo indignantly said, "I'm not

told Anya, "Come on, let's go

cheered Anya up, and

up in her husband's arms around three

floor was littered with a girl's tulle skirt and a man's shirt, evidencing the events that had transpired. Her husband's arms had become a habitual pillow, wrapping around his petite wife even if

already annoyed me

over into

She felt utterly defeated.

Hansen's voice followed, urgent, "Hurry up, this is unbearable, whoever's kid it is, take them. They're driving me insane." Then, the

little bundle of energy with one arm, and unceremoniously

Hansen was left speechless.

were quickly wiped away in his

sweetheart, no more tears. If you keep crying, we'll have

Mia's arms,

not fed, he'd

fed, he

week of this father-son duo's torment, and I could

lingered on his wife's

one had his fill and hadn't even played with his mom yet,

with the child promptly

Chad

"Molly?" Mrs. Smith inquired.

Chad smiled, "Still asleep."

the couch, her soul apparently wandering off to play chess

up, he couldn't resist lying down beside her for a bit longer. The staff went to prepare lunch, and the little one was once

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