Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Chapter 971

Chad left the detective bureau, his belly leading the way, as he waved goodbye to his colleagues and headed out.

On their way home, Molly was adamant about driving, playfully wrestling with Chad for the car keys right there on the doorstep.

"It's rush hour, and the roads are packed. I drive faster," Chad reasoned.

"Am I picking you up from work or just delivering your car?" Molly shot back with a grin.

When she picked him up, she was the driver. When delivering the car, it was his turn. Two different things.

"Chad, don't push my buttons," Molly teased, pointing at her belly.

Chad glanced at her bump, grinning as he handed over the keys and opened the door for her. "Hop in."

Molly slid into the driver's seat with a satisfied smile.

Chad settled into the passenger seat.

As they pulled away, they spotted Conner's car at the entrance. Annie stepped out of the passenger side, and Conner followed, trying to talk things over. Molly, curious as ever, lightly pressed the gas and turned her head to catch a glimpse of the drama. Officer Chad took a deep breath, trying to keep his cool. One hand rested at the bottom of the steering wheel, subtly guiding his wife.

"Chad, look, they seem to be having a spat," Molly pointed out, one hand on the wheel and the other gesturing outside as she glanced at her husband.

Chad's eyes were fixed on the road, his hand gently correcting the steering.

Molly noticed his large hand on the wheel, straightened up, and placed both hands firmly on her own steering wheel, eyes now glued ahead.

Sure enough, they hit rush hour traffic, crawling along at a snail's pace.

"What's the deal with Mr. Money you mentioned earlier?" Chad asked.

Molly, still fired up, relayed everything she heard from Anya that day.

get into a fight this time? And you didn't bite someone's head

move much. Her son's a handful, you know. Needs both hands to manage him," Molly continued her venting. "And Andre

he told me to use both," Molly said with a sigh. Officer Chad just shook his head. "..." Some battles just aren't

flickering on, casting a warm glow

her loads of walnuts. He peels them for her every day while

resting his elbow against the window, smiled gently, reminding his wife, "Ease up a bit, keep

couple chatted about home life too, "Chad, I've got a prenatal checkup this

took the time

to it last week.

smile, "I can't wait to see 'him' cry when

had already finished dinner at Maplewood Estates and was munching on walnuts, while her

kept getting cut off by other cars and her driving skills weren't quite there, she

the traffic jam, they switched places, Chad expertly maneuvering

hour, and Chad hit

dealing with her "punishment." She pouted

skipping our weekend visit,"

isn't like earlier in the year when you complained I didn't kiss you

head straight to the airport after school on Friday and be back by Sunday." Leo smirked, "Is that really

to the underground parking. "Pack your bags on Friday, and I'll

go, Chad. Gas

know?

Plus, every time you visit

you buy loads of expensive gifts.

at her

Anya, you can't always put the other person

en

were a thing,

it, "When did