Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Gazing at her reflection in the mirror, Molly's mind wandered to her great-nephew. "I wonder when Leo and Anya will finally tie the knot. I can't wait to celebrate their wedding." "Probably soon," someone replied.

Not long after, Andre excused himself to the bathroom, and Mia said, "We'll catch up tomorrow," before ending the call.

Once off the phone, Andre mused, "Our son's at his grandparents'; time to give Dad a hard time tonight."

Mia couldn't quite figure out her son. If you said he had a temper, you could argue he got it from her. If you said he was high-maintenance, well, that could be blamed on his father. The crying, the fuss, the peculiar temperament-she really didn't know where it all came from. The Byrne family.

After finishing her skincare routine, Molly stepped into her walk-in closet and pulled out an evening gown.

"Why are you wearing a gown now? Leo and Anya aren't even married yet," Officer Chad asked.

"Leo and Anya may not be married, but a business partner's daughter is getting hitched. Mom asked me to go with her. I think I've gained some weight, so I need to see f the gown still fits. If not, it's diet time," Molly replied.

She held the gown up in front of the mirror and casually tied her hair up, beginning to undress from her pajamas.

Chad, who had been reading in bed, saw a glimpse of allure from the walk-in closet and set his book aside, getting out of bed to approach.

"Hey Chad, you're just in time. Can you help me with the zipper?" Molly asked, looking at him in the mirror.

With her hair swept to one side, revealing her smooth back, Chad reached over, grasping the zipper and pulling it up for her.

Molly examined her reflection, feeling the fit of the gown. "The waist is tighter, and the bust feels snug."

Satisfied with the overall look, she said, "Chad, can you unzip me, please?"

As Chad unzipped her, Molly was about to change back into her pajamas when Chad took her hand. "Don't bother dressing; we'll have to undress again anyway."

Before Molly could react, she found herself embraced in his arms. "Chad, wait... Chad."

in bed, Molly's breathing quickened, and she playfully threatened, "You really think I won't go back to my parents'

darkened room was filled with intermittent gasps and hurried breaths, adding to the intense atmosphere. The curtains swayed with the breeze, and the scent of the woman's sweat filled the air. Later, Molly gasped, teasingly scolding him, "Chad, is this your idea

"This is only

decided then she'd return to her parents' house and

son away; it might have seemed a good idea at

at resistance were futile; her hands pinned above her head, every breath

to bring back

it's not satisfied." And even

vain as

their son gone, she felt like her husband wouldn't be satisfied until he had his way completely. Biting her lip, her face flushed, Mia made up her mind: she would return to her parents'

...

sleep. Mia was so exhausted she didn't bother dressing, falling asleep as

drawn a metaphorical "demilitarized zone" between them, but her poor sleeping posture soon had her

the hill, gazed into the sky, his eyes devoid of any signs of

turn over but finding it uncomfortable, she decided against it and remained in

in the car, and

"Anya?"

"Mhm~"

turned to look at the sleeping girl and

woke to find Leo missing. Confused,

the car, she

call him, Leo appeared, his face wet with water droplets. "There's a camper van

feeling from the previous night's drink made her mouth uncomfortably sticky,

also dotted with water droplets. Leo handed her a tissue. "Want to go check it out?" She

they approached, they saw a middle-aged couple