Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance
Chapter 658

Chad hopped into Andre's ride, catching a glimpse of the heartwarming father-son duo. Chuckling, he mused, "When do you think Molly and I will start our own family?" Andre shrugged, "It's all about timing, man. I didn't even know my boy was coming until Mia and Cooper had a fight, and her stomach pains clued us in."

"Looks like this Finley drama can finally be put to rest," Chad observed.

"With Tom gone, the one guy who'd go to the mat for him isn't around anymore. He's definitely feeling the heat, trying to sniff out where Annabelle's hiding," Andre commented.

In the prison, Finley and Hansen sat in silence, the weight of their history and choices hanging heavy in the air.

"Tom's dead," Finley broke the silence.

"My son told me," Hansen responded, his eyes blazing with a mix of anger and resolve. "He got what he deserved. Loyalty is admirable, but in the service of a villain, it's just a tool for tyranny." Dressed in his prison garb, Finley protested, "He was just following orders."

"And was Holly wrong? Was my family wrong? What did my late wife and estranged daughter ever owe you? Your actions aren't just mistakes; they're sins," Hansen's voice grew stern, his fist clenched under the table. "People are strange creatures," Finley reflected, his voice tinged with regret over the legacy he'd leave behind, in stark contrast to Hansen's wish for a simple, peaceful life for his children. "Where's Annabelle?" Finley finally asked.

"She's safe, and that's all you need to know. Her whereabouts should remain unknown to protect her," Hansen stated, his thoughts drifting to the implications of their past actions.

Finley smirked, "If I were you, I might have eliminated all threats. Aren't you afraid she'll seek revenge for her father?"

With a cold laugh, Hansen retorted, "Revenge? For what?"

Realizing his slip, Finley recognized the absence of any real grievance against him from the Cedillo family.

As visiting hours ended, Hansen stood up, leaning on his cane, "I've got a grandson to dote on, no time to waste here."

"I just want to see her," Finley insisted.

"Maybe in another life," Hansen dismissed, walking away.

Returning to his car, Hansen's stern expression melted away into a warm smile at the sight of his grandson, Henry, snug in his father's arms.

"What were you and Finley talking about?" Andre inquired.

"Nothing important. Should've skipped the visit and spent more time with my grandson, right Henry?" Hansen joked, making light of the grim conversation he'd had.

As expected, Finley was sentenced to death, his crimes against the Cedillo family fully acknowledged, his fate sealed by his own admissions and the evidence against him.

Chad, having sat through the trial in civilian clothes, later celebrated a major career achievement with his team, finally enjoying a well-deserved break.

Returning home to replace it unusually quiet, Chad learned that his parents and grandparents had rushed to their hometown following a break-in. Molly, however, was waiting for him at home.

Upon replaceing Molly in their bedroom, lamenting his absence, Chad reassured her, "I'm home now."

Molly's complaint about the dullness of married life without him sparked a tender moment between them, culminating in a kiss that hinted at the deeper connection they shared.

After a shower, Chad joined Molly in bed, their awkward yet intimate proximity highlighting the newness and depth of their relationship, setting the stage for a night of companionship in the otherwise empty house.

Chad frowned. The first few times he and Molly had been together, everything had clicked naturally. Even kissing her just moments ago felt right. So why the sudden awkwardness? Could it be his recent trip away had made her feel distant again? As they lay in bed, Molly sneakily glanced somewhere, then guiltily turned her back to Chad to sleep.

"Molly, they say there are three great joys in life, and now I'm only short of one."

Curious, Molly turned around, "What are you missing?"

Chad leaned back against the headboard, his gaze dropping tenderly to the person beside him, "Coming home, earning accolades, and... sleeping with my beautiful wife."

Molly's face instantly turned as red as a beet, "The usual saying goes: replaceing old friends in foreign places, achieving one's dreams, and the wedding night. What you're talking about is totally different."

Chad shifted closer to Molly, his hand resting on her waist as he looked deeply into her eyes, "But one of them is spot on."