Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance
Chapter 647

The moment the little guy's eyes landed on the stranger standing in the room, the group of men couldn't hide their irritation. They glared at Cooper, who had just caught the toddler's attention, and one of them snapped, "What do you want?" Cooper put away his phone and looked at them cautiously. "And who might you all be?"

It looked like tensions were about to rise.

The only one unaffected was the little guy, who squealed with excitement.

As the standoff continued, Cooper bent down to pick up the child. Just as he was about to lift the boy, his wrist was grabbed by Conner. "That's my son you're about to lift. You need your hand or not?" "That bundle of joy is my sister's doing, my sister's raising."

Mars, puzzled, called out, "Cooper?"

Cooper looked towards him. "You know me?"

Cooper, Andre's brother-in-law. Conner had heard of him, and he let go immediately.

"Looks like we all know each other here. We're friends of your brother-in-law, godfathers to Henry."

Cooper then successfully scooped up his much-missed nephew, who was as soft, fragrant, and adorable as he imagined. Without any hesitation or care for his image, he planted a kiss on the child's face. The little one was stunned.

Soon, the group of men shifted their attention back to coddling and fussing over the little treasure.

Mia excused herself to the powder room, leaving the crowd waiting in the living room.

"Anya, where's your aunt?" Mia asked.

The innocent little Ning, holding Molly's bouquet, responded, "Auntie, Uncle had to change into his groom's suit, so Auntie kicked us all out here."

"That would mean you all need to scoot."

Molly wasn't too keen on sharing Chad with anyone else, even if it was just a fraction.

Soon after, the door opened, and there stood Chad in his suit, looking dapper and poised. He reassured Molly as they walked, "If you get nervous, just look at me."

After he stepped out, Chad greeted Mia with a smile, "Mia, got to rush."

The joy of the groom was palpable in every expression.

Mia nodded and went to the dressing room, where she found Molly in a gorgeous white wedding dress, looking radiant and regal. Molly had been fussing about losing weight, but on her wedding day, she hadn't lost an ounce - not that it mattered because she looked stunning. "That's perfect, the dress accentuates your waist beautifully. If you lost any more weight, your bust would suffer," Mia teased without a filter.

Molly, gazing at her reflection, took a deep breath. "Mia, I'm nervous."

Mia joked, "What if we have Anya stand next to you and crack jokes?"

As Molly finished her makeup, she glanced at Anya, "No, just seeing her would make me laugh."

Anya: "..."

Soon, Mia heard a familiar cry. "Oh no, my son is crying again. His tears could fill Lake Michigan and still keep flowing."

Despite her complaints, the crying got closer, and soon Andre's voice could be heard. "You'll see your mom in a bit, no more tears."

The moment the little guy saw Mia, he pouted and nestled into her embrace.

Mia naturally caught her crying baby, asking her husband, "He's been fed, had his playtime, what could possibly be wrong with Henry now?" Andre knew his son's temperament well. "He doesn't need a reason to cry."

Andre, looking at his sister getting ready, saw her standing there in her white wedding dress, looking all grown up and beautiful.

Molly, adjusting her dress, looked at Andre and asked with a smile, "Andre, do I look good?"

Andre smiled back, nodding. "My sister, always the most beautiful."

The little guy, tears still on his lashes but no longer crying, was captivated by his aunt in her ceremonial attire.

"What's that sparkling thing on auntie's head?" the little one wondered aloud.

Following his gaze, Mia explained, "Son, that's a tiara."

The little guy looked back at his mom, eyes wide.

Later, the little guy stayed close to his mom, watching his aunt get ready, until his uncle swept him away again.

On the big screen in the hall were the couple's wedding photos, each showing Chad with a smile that could light up the room. Someone remarked, "Officer Chad's eyes only ever smile like that when Molly is around." Chad's most charming smiles were reserved for moments with Molly, a fact everyone got to witness.

The Byrne family's celebration was bustling, with guests from all walks of life mingling and conversing. The hall buzzed with excitement as friendships were renewed and deals seemingly struck.

Aaron was seen chatting with acquaintances. "Haven't seen Cooper around, have you?"

Aaron shrugged. "Strange, me neither. That kid's always off somewhere."

In a quiet corner.

Cooper was cuddling his nephew, checking every inch of him and making sure he was all right. To Cooper, his nephew was the most adorable being in the world, especially when he wasn't crying. While everyone else was curious about the bride, Cooper was solely focused on his nephew.

As Molly made her entrance, the music changed, and the little guy almost started crying again. Cooper quickly whisked him away to soothe him.

While the crowd was moved to tears by the ceremony, Cooper had his nephew giggling with delight.

Soon, Mia, wiping away her own tears, came looking for her son. "Cooper, why'd you take my son outside?"

"What, was I going to sell him or something?" Cooper retorted, feeling the ceremony was too noisy for his nephew's delicate ears.

"Look who's crying now," Cooper teased his sister, surprised to replace her moved by the ceremony.

Mia shot him a look before taking her son back into the hall.

"The bride will now mention a virtue of the groom."

Molly quipped, "He's got good taste."

Her comment sent the room into laughter.

What started as a sentimental moment turned into vows of love and commitment.

As Chad faced Molly, the music faded, and the room fell silent, all eyes on him. His gaze locked on Molly, his voice firm and sincere, he made his pledge, "I, Chad, swear to be faithful to my country, to its people, and to... Molly!" As Chad finished speaking, the room erupted in enthusiastic applause. Molly, deeply moved, threw herself into Chad's arms for a heartfelt hug.

The little guy, eyes wide with excitement at the spectacle, tried his best to join in, swinging his short arms with all his might.

Anya, standing next to Leo, clapped so hard her palms turned red.

"Alright, that's enough excitement," Leo chuckled, gently lowering Anya's hands. "Anyone would think it's your own wedding day the way you're carrying on."