Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance novel 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.

“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.”

“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.”

The girl’s injuries clearly stemmed from a fight. She followed the manager upstairs, who took extra care of her. The manager knew she was brought by Andre.

“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.”

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 had just finished a call with his subordinate, ordering them to investigate the fight involving Anya. He stood up, took his car keys, and left with Mr. Calder’s daughter to get her injuries treated.

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?