Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance novel Chapter 682

Chad turned with a playful threat in his voice, “Molly, you’re not wearing anything under that blanket, are you?”

Molly clutched the blanket tighter, “You’re going to be late for work. Even if I wasn’t wearing pajamas, you wouldn’t have time to notice.”

Officer Chad grabbed his badge, ready to leave, but not before casting a glance at Molly. Despite her feigned bravery, he could see the fear in her eyes. “I can call in sick. It’s just a phone call away.”

Molly watched Chad warily, thankful when he finally left for work.

On his way, Chad stopped by a department store to pick up a high-neck shirt and a tie, hoping they’d cover the love bites Molly had left on his neck.

Throughout the day at the station, he dared not loosen his tie.

Molly planned to visit Mia in Maplewood Estates. They chatted on video call, both still in bed, faces unwashed, teeth unbrushed.

Surprised, they both wondered why the other was awake so early.

Through the screen, Molly spotted her nephew’s round head and beamed with affection, “Look at that, my nephew slept in. What a sweetheart.”

Mia glanced at her son, cradled in her arms, “Sweetheart? Andre stayed up till 3 a.m. playing video games. Still think he’s a sweetheart?”

Molly quickly changed the subject, asking about Anya, who had a special affection for Mia’s son, Henry, and would spend hours playing with him without any complaints.

Mia checked her messages, “No word from her yet. You coming over?”

“I’ll catch some more ‘cosmic energy’ then,” Molly joked, rolling over in bed.

Mia ended the call, deciding it was time to change Henry’s diaper, affectionately calling him her “little stinker,” despite him being sound asleep and smelling sweetly of baby lotion.

The group chat buzzed with speculation on why Anya hadn’t visited Maplewood Estates yet.

Back at home, Mia and Molly relaxed, contemplating future family gatherings and joking about self-defense lessons against overenthusiastic partners, all in the spirit of love and family camaraderie.

An old-timer chimed in, “Told you so. I’ve been saying from the get-go, rushing into marriage ain’t the brightest idea. But no, you had to dive headfirst into the very pit Chad dug out for you. I flagged it as a pitfall, yet you wouldn’t have it. Now, stuck at the bottom, you’re dreaming of an escape. How’s that supposed to work?”

Molly responded as if it were the most natural thing, “Well, it was a pit Chad crafted for me, all dolled up to catch my eye.”

“Of course, they have to dress it up to lure you in. If it wasn’t tailor-made to your liking, how could they possibly fool you?”

Molly nibbled on her thumbnail, angst-ridden, “If I ever muster the courage to mention divorce…”

“You’d be cutting your life in half,” Mia interjected with conviction.

“Let’s switch gears, no more dwelling on heartaches.”