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.

wooden comb from the car's seat pocket. While tying her hair, she grumbled, "Must have been a real villain in my past life to deserve these early mornings. Lived it up in my past life, now I'm working my butt off. What

didn't even get up that early, and

I'm late and they dock

Officer Chad: "..."

knows how to be

at how quickly

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

"Oh honey, what's wrong? Why are you pulling on your hair? You've

having made himself cry by tugging

his tiny fingers open. She blew softly on his head, "Mommy's got it, it

Cedillo Inc., Molly hopped out, grabbing her ID, leaving her husband and son behind as she sprinted

a relieved sigh. "Phew, made it with