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.

the car's seat pocket. While tying her hair, she grumbled, "Must

to her gripe, replying, "You didn't even get up

flustered, shot back, "Chad, quit it, just drive! If I'm late and they

Officer Chad: "..."

knows

his mom, was amazed at how quickly she managed

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

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

by tugging on his own hair, held on

heart, gently pried his tiny fingers open. She blew softly on his head, "Mommy's got it, it doesn't

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

a relieved sigh. "Phew,