Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Chapter 462

Chad pulled her up, pointing to the farthest couch. “Sit over there, away from me.”

Molly pouted and obeyed with a small huff.

Soon, Molly’s birthday cake arrived, and Chad went to pick it up. There was also a delicate little card

tucked in the cake. It was clearly placed there intentionally. He picked up the card, opened it, and read

the birthday wish, which instantly extinguished the fire in his heart.

It was her handwriting. He recognized it. “Wish my dearest brother a happy birthday. May you have me

every year - your most beloved, Molly.”

Chad’s lips curved slightly. He pocketed the card and took the cake home. All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

“Huh? Is there only a cake?” Molly circled the cake. Her mind was churning: “Strange, where’s my

card?”

Chad asked her irritably, “What else do you expect with a birthday cake?”

Molly scratched her head. “I did leave a card too…”

Coleen called the children to dinner with a smile, “Set up the cake quickly and come eat.”

“Okay.”

Molly felt a bit of regret. She should have kept the card and not left it at the bakery. Now it was lost.

Chad watched her expressions secretly, with a small smile playing on his lips.

After dinner, the cunning Chad invited his naïve sister for a walk. “Did something get lost on the cake

today?”

Molly said, “A card.”

“What was written on the card?” The fox showed his tail.

Molly looked up at Chad. “It’s a bit embarrassing to say.”

Chad coaxed her, “What’s embarrassing about it with your brother? Is it a piece of literature?”

“No, just a sentence.”

Molly turned around. Her bright eyes were shimmering in the evening glow. She looked up at Chad and

spoke clearly, “Wish my dearest brother a happy birthday. May you have me every year - your most

beloved, Molly.”

His heart was deeply touched by her simple words. Chad watched her, suddenly pulling her into his

arms.

She was shocked, but the next moment she was in his warm embrace, listening to his heartbeat. Then,

she heard Chad’s words, “I also wish my most beloved Molly everlasting peace and joy. May you have

me every year. Your most beloved... Chad.”

Molly looked up abruptly. Her eyes were meeting his fiery gaze. “Chad, you got my card!” Molly realized

she had been tricked.

Chad pulled out a rectangular card from his pocket, one that Molly had chosen from many stores.

Molly reached out to grab it, but Chad lifted it out of her reach. “Molly, remember what you wrote.”

“I don’t.”

Chad gently tapped her forehead. “Remember this, every year, year after year, it has to be you!”

Molly’s cheeks grew warm. “I don’t want to play with you anymore.” And suddenly, she ran off.

Chad watched her fleeing figure, shook his head, and chuckled indulgently. He carefully pocketed

Molly’s card and followed her at a brisk pace.

Mia, hearing about the unique birthday gift, was intrigued. “Next year, I’ll try this for my husband’s

birthday.”

“You might not be able to get out of bed next year,” Molly retorted without thinking.

Mia rubbed her belly, playing with the little one inside. “That’s okay. Andre said we’ll have another one

next year after this one.”

“He was just bragging. He definitely doesn’t want you to have another one.”

Mia said, “He doesn’t get a say in that.”

Mia could only brazenly say such things because Andre wasn’t by her side. “Mia, it’s so late. Andre still

isn’t home?”

Mia glanced at the empty spot next to her. “He came home. We were about to sleep, but then he took a

call and left.”

“Where did he go so late?”

“I don’t know. I’ll ask him later.”

Mia hung up with Molly, and then dialed her husband’s number.

Andre, who was checking into a hotel, saw his wife’s incoming call and answered, “Hello, why aren’t

you asleep?”

“Honey, where did you go? Why aren’t you home?”

“Andre, here’s your key for the luxury suite.” The receptionist’s words made it through the phone.

Mia sat up abruptly. “Honey, who are you getting a hotel room for?”

“A friend’s kid. You go to sleep. Don’t wait up for me. I won’t be home till late.” Andre hung up after

saying this.

He was carrying a white backpack in one hand and pulling a suitcase with the other. He turned to the

girl on the couch who was injured. “Anya, I’ve got the room.”

The girl on the couch, dressed in pajamas, had scratches on her arms and red marks on her face. She

walked towards Andre. Her voice choked, “Andre.”

The hotel manager saw Andre’s luggage and immediately called two staff members to take it.

“Andre, where are you going?”

Andre pointed to the couch nearby. “I’ll just sit here and wait for you. Don’t be scared. Go.”

“Miss, your injuries are...”

Anya glanced at her arm. “I had a fight with a classmate.”

The manager nodded carefully. “Andre was very upset when he saw it.”

Anya looked at the manager, correcting him, “He has a wife.” New chapter avаilable oո

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When they reached the floor, Anya was the first one out of the elevator. She went to her room to

change.

Ten minutes later, Anya, with her messy hair tied back, stood beside Andre. “Andre, I’m ready.”

Andre thought Mia would be asleep at home by now, unaware that she was tossing and turning in bed,

unable to sleep.

Booking a room? A friend’s child. Should be a boy, right? But what if it was a girl?

A friend’s child, how old? Adult or minor? Why wouldn’t his friend go himself? Why did he have to drag

Andre into this?

Mia’s mind was buzzing all night. Why wasn’t he home yet?

She glanced at her phone. It was already midnight. He’d been gone for two hours. Had they been in the

hotel for two hours?