Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance
Chapter 660

Chad rolled off Molly, both of them catching their breath. He lay beside her, feeling the warmth of her body still lingering on his skin.

Chad gazed at Molly, her skin glowing with a rosy hue. He gently brushed away the strands of hair clinging to her neck, admiring the love marks scattered across her body. Each one felt like a victory, a proof that she was his, and it filled him with an immense sense of joy. As he leaned in for another kiss, Molly closed her eyes, her voice barely a whisper, "Chad, I feel like I'm falling apart." It was the first time she'd ever admitted to feeling weak.

Chad promised himself he'd just give her one gentle kiss, nothing more.

Molly finally drifted off to sleep as the soft gray light of dawn began to seep through the curtains.

The next day, Mia was having lunch at school with Anya. She tried calling Molly, but there was no answer, no response to video messages, nothing. Finally, Mia put down her phone and focused on her meal.

Anya, curious, asked, "Auntie, were you trying to reach my aunt for something? I can help you look for her."

"It's fine. If she's not answering around this time, she's probably catching up on sleep."

Anya nodded, assuming her aunt had stayed up late playing video games with her grandpa again.

As they slurped their spaghetti, Mia pondered aloud, "Anya, what do you think your aunt will name her kids?"

Anya looked baffled.

Seeing her confused look, Mia chuckled, "Silly, just eat your food."

Anya, however, took the question seriously, even daydreaming about it during class. She made a list of potential names for her future cousins, considering all possibilities, including twins and even triplets.

When Leo picked her up from school, he found her list and lightly tapped her on the head with it, teasing, "Are your parents paying for you to speculate about Jade's future kids now? Twins, triplets? Why not go for quadruplets?" Anya mumbled, realizing maybe she got a bit carried away after her auntie's playful question.

Later, Leo decided to take Anya out for dinner instead of heading straight home.

During the drive, Anya sensed Leo's mood, "Chad, are you upset about something?"

Leo glanced at her, "Focus on your studies, don't worry about my thoughts."

Anya 'threatened' him playfully, "Chad, one day you might actually lose me if you keep this up!"

Leo looked at her with an amused expression, then out the window, steering with one hand. "As long as you don't mind me showing off your chubby childhood photos as my screensaver, you're free to leave."

The wind outside tousled Leo's hair, and Anya couldn't help but be distracted by him again. "No, those photos are a secret. Auntie and Molly have wanted to see them, but I never showed them."

At the Byrne household, Andre came home in a foul mood, irritated to replace Leo hadn't returned by nine. His mood didn't improve even when cuddling his freshly bathed son, who was wriggling to avoid his diaper. Andre warned, "Behave, or I'll have to scold you."

But the little one burst into tears before he could be disciplined, softening Andre's heart.

Mia intervened, taking the baby to comfort him, "What's going on with you and Leo?"

After a brief exchange, they discussed Leo's lack of direction and contemplated letting him figure out what he truly wanted.

The conversation turned light-hearted when they realized their son didn't recognize his own name, "Henry."

Around ten, Leo and Anya returned, marking the end of another day in the Byrne family's eventful life.

In the morning, Molly was wrapped up in her comforter, confronting Chad, "Aren't you supposed to be on night shift?"

Chad, shirtless and playful, reached under the blanket to Molly's leg, "Forgot to mention, I got a few days off, including the rest of our honeymoon leave."

Molly was speechless; Chad had no intentions of leaving her side.

"Chad, why are you touching my thigh?" she protested, swatting his hand away but not before he reminded her, "Someone took the liberty of nibbling on my new badge from work while I showered last night. And now I can't even touch her leg?" Their banter continued, a blend of affection and playfulness defining their unique bond.

Some folks suddenly stiffened, eyes darting to Chad, blinking guiltily, "Who said I was the one nibbling?"

Chad scooted closer to Molly, reaching out to pinch her cheek, "That was your doing, I know it!"

A perfectly good gold medal, tarnished because a certain lady had to verify if that "gold" was real by taking a bite out of it.

Chad had spent the previous night puzzled, wondering why Molly would fluctuate between welcoming his kisses and then, while sleeping, scooting away from him as if frightened. Now, it clicked.

Turns out, she was up to no good again.