Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Chapter 927

Molly walked into Chade Inc., eyeing the pile of documents on the desk, feeling completely worn out. "Hey, boss, got a question. How does maternity leave work around here?" Chad swung by the police station and was puzzled not to spot Conner's usual flashy sports car. That was unexpected.

Andre made it to the office and got a call from his brother. "Andre, can you give me some tips on flaunting wealth without coming off as a show-off?"

Andre rubbed his temples, struggling to reconcile the brother he was speaking to now with the young boy he met all those years ago. "Sorry, can't help you there."

"No way," Conner replied confidently. "If you can't, how did your wife figure out you were loaded?"

"My name just screams money."

Conner reflected on it and realized Andre had a point; the guy was a business mogul, after all.

Was there no hope for Conner then?

He probed further, "What does your wife fancy?"

Andre replied, "Checks."

"That's so tacky."

After hanging up, Conner quickly told his assistant, "Grab me a checkbook."

Back at the station, Annie finally felt some peace. Her coworkers teased, "Annie, are we missing out on some treats today?"

Annie replied, "Not anymore."

Yet, later in the afternoon, an officer rushed in, "Annie, looks like our good luck isn't over yet."

Conner had arrived but didn't disturb her with a call. When the time hit, Annie's phone buzzed. "Annie, I'm waiting for you outside."

As Chad clocked out, he noticed the black car parked outside again. Now, that felt right.

Annie climbed into the passenger seat, and Conner handed her a checkbook. "Isn't this what all girls like?"

Frustrated, Annie tore the checkbook apart. "Conner, what are you up to?"

"Are you dense? I'm chasing you!" Conner argued, feeling justified.

"I'm not

in Newtown knows you're my fiancée. Your rejection doesn't change a thing. Unless I decide I don't want you, you're stuck being my girl."

you lost your arms and legs, I'd reconsider.

Annie: "...Get lost."

Conner, initially chuckling in the car, stopped laughing. Damn,

opened the door and ran after her.

back into the station, and

his neck, vented in a group chat with his four brothers: From now on, don't take relationship advice from married Andre. Just because he's got a kid doesn't make him a love guru. His advice was pointless

other three replied with "?," confused about what

wife is a money-lover; a checkbook works for her. You don't even know what your girl likes and try

got a

not shocking he has

Annie, Age: 26, Gender: Female. Occupation: Detective at Havenbrook PD. Hometown: Newtown, Status: Fiancée to

need to be

I'll be there in

a

be on the 11 PM flight

put his phone down,

"Are

baby's babbling came through,

son's ear, and Henry babbled

"Good boy, give the phone to your

"Bababa."

"Yes,

looking at his dad, lunged

Conner called out, "Andre?"

"My son's giving me

despite his flaws-being chubby, clumsy, lazy, gluttonous, and a bit

picky eaters, taken to the doctor for nutritional deficiencies. His son, however, ate so well they

and at home, she listened to her husband's

felt full and

noticed her happiness. "What's got you so upbeat all day,

her soy milk, smiling, "Being in a good mood boosts my study-efficiency, and being more efficient makes

en

and

"How's the studying