Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Chapter 1189

The next moment, she shoved her son into her husband's arms and dashed barefoot to the bathroom, flipping on the faucet to wash up in record time. "Chad, can you grab my clothes, please?"

With their son balanced on one arm, Chad opened her wardrobe. "Which ones?"

"The black fitted sweater and the grey high-waisted skirt, with the coat over it." Molly directed, her memory sharp as ever. She continued to freshen up quickly before darting out, changing clothes right there in front of her husband and son without a second thought.

There was no time for her usual skincare routine, so she snagged her son's moisturizer and hurried downstairs to slip on her shoes, her hair still a mess. Hansen, leaning on his cane, chimed in with a cheeky remark, "Sweetheart, does your job even cover all these deductions?"

Molly squeezed some of her son's moisturizer into her hand and briskly applied it to her face. "Dad, don't make me start taking from your retirement fund!"

With that, Molly hollered, "Chad, I need a lift to work."

Chad, carrying their son, headed out.

she grumbled, "Must

didn't even get up

back, "Chad, quit it, just drive! If I'm late and they dock my pay,

Officer Chad: "..."

sure knows how to be

his mom, was amazed at how quickly she managed to

own hair, reaching up with his little hands, and the next second, the car was filled with

you pulling on your hair? You've got so little of

tugging on

and determined heart, gently pried his tiny fingers open. She blew softly on his head,

Molly hopped out, grabbing her ID, leaving her husband and son behind as she sprinted to the office floor, even

at her watch, letting out a relieved sigh. "Phew,