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.

While tying her hair, she grumbled, "Must have been a

replying, "You didn't even get up that early, and anyway,

I'm late and they dock my pay, it's coming out

Officer Chad: "..."

sure knows how

little one, watching his mom, was amazed at how quickly she

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

said, "Oh honey, what's wrong? Why are you pulling on your

cry by tugging on his

with both a tender and determined heart, gently pried his tiny fingers open. She blew softly

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

letting out a relieved sigh. "Phew, made it with a minute