Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance
Chapter 534

Molly's resistance only made Chad's kisses more relentless.

The hickeys on her neck were finally starting to fade, but Chad, with mischievous intent, trailed his lips lower, tugging at the collar of her shirt. "Stop it, Chad, no more kissing-ah, Chad!"

His lips had found their mark, and Molly realized her neck was a sensitive spot. Every time Chad's warm, moist lips touched her, she'd go weak at the knees, powerless to resist.

She wasn't the only one who'd noticed-Chad had mastered this art.

Not until he'd planted several new "roses" did Chad lift his head to look at the girl beneath him who had ceased to struggle.

Her hair was a mess, her cheeks flushed, lips blood-red, and her beautiful eyes blazed with anger. "Had your fill yet?"

Chad stood up and pulled Molly to her feet alongside him, worried that if he continued, he might truly cross her red line. "Molly, I called you here because I wanted to ask-what does your dad like? And what about your brother and sister-in-law?" Molly knew exactly what Chad meant by that; he intended to visit her family to ask for her hand in marriage.

"I don't know."

Chad looked at the sulking girl and threatened, "Then I'll just pick out gifts and show up on my own."

"Hey, slow down, will you? I just wrapped things up with the Byrnes for you, can't you let me enjoy my break in peace?"

"I'm in a hurry to marry you," Chad said, locking eyes with Molly.

Molly froze, unable to meet Chad's gaze any longer. She got up, saying, "Your hurry won't help."

She escaped to the bathroom, pulling her sweater high to hide her neck from view, no longer brushing her teeth in disgust but instead hiding the evidence of their encounter.

As she left the hotel room, she warned Chad, "Kiss me one more time, and I'll delay talking to my family by a day."

Molly realized she had become a willing victim to Chad's advances. She turned and left the hotel.

Waiting for the elevator, Chad stood by her side.

Molly shifted away from him, trying to put some distance between them. Chad just chuckled softly, remaining silent.

Downstairs, Chad went to fetch his car when he noticed street vendors selling sugar cane again. He turned to Molly, "Want some?"

"No thanks," she pouted.

Chad didn't listen. He bought a stick, cut it into pieces, and got back into the car with it.

"I said I didn't want any!" Molly protested again.

Ignoring her, Chad started peeling the sugar cane right there in the car.

Molly insisted, "Even if you finish it, I won't have any."

Once Chad had finished, he looked at Molly, who was still visibly upset. "You sure you don't want any?"

She turned her face away, "I said I don't want it."

Chad took a bite beside her, "Mmm, it must've rained a lot this year; it's sweeter than before."

Molly covered her neck, glancing at Chad, "Just drive me home, will you?"

Chad handed her the sugar cane, "Hold this, I'll just throw away the trash and then we'll go."

He stepped out briefly, and in that moment, Molly sneaked a bite and was surprised, "Wow, it really is sweet this year."

When Chad got back in, she resumed her façade of disinterest.

Chad noticed the bite marks and teased, "Have a little taste, if it's not sweet, you can hit me."

Molly couldn't resist and took another bite, "Sweet."

"Good, then eat up," Chad encouraged.

No longer covering her neck, Molly held the sugar cane like a flute, nibbling away contentedly.

By the time they neared the Cedillo household, Chad parked the car and turned to watch Molly enjoying the sugar cane.

After she finished, Chad handed her a wet wipe, asking, "So you don't mind my germs now?"

Molly was speechless-Chad had a knack for bringing up uncomfortable subjects.

"Do you want me to throw it up then?" she retorted, trying to gross him out.

Chad just laughed and asked, "Still want more?"

"No, my jaws are sore," Molly admitted, partly because without Chad, no one would peel the cane or bite the tough parts for her.

Chad had bought plenty, and as Molly got out of the car, he handed her a bag, "Take this for Mia and Anya to share. If you want more, come find me at the hotel."

"I won't!" Molly declared.

"Like you said 'won't' before," Chad laughed, knowing Molly's stubborn ways all too well.

Back home, Mia was just waking up, yawning and holding her child in the living room, her eyes slightly swollen from sleep.

In the sunlight, Mia undressed her son, baring his little bottom to change his diaper with movements that had gone from clumsy to skilled, from being worried about hurting him to effortlessly slipping on his tiny socks. After dressing him, Mia picked up her little one and patted his back, heading to the living room.

"Mia, you look like you've been through the wringer with my Andre," Molly joked.

Mia, cradling her bundle of joy, replied, "Pregnancy wasn't freeing, and neither is motherhood."

Noticing the bag Molly had brought, Mia peeked inside to see the sugar cane. "Did you go see your Chad?"

"How'd you know?" Molly asked, curious.

"Unless Chad is by your side, you'd never eat sugar cane," Mia said, settling on the couch as Molly passed her a stick.

Baby Henry made an "o" sound as Molly picked him up.

Mia munched on the cane while eyeing Molly, her gaze dropping to Molly's neck. She reached out to pull back Molly's collar, but Molly quickly dodged, "What are you doing?"

"Why are you all bundled up in a turtleneck?" Mia asked between bites of her candy cane, a sudden recollection of Molly's question from a few days prior surfacing in her mind. Molly simply replied, "It's cozy."

"But the central heating's blasting," Mia pointed out.

"I just get chilly easily," Molly confessed.

Sensing the conversation was at its end, Mia didn't press further. She nibbled on the candy cane a bit more, but soon winced from a twinge of toothache and set the sweet aside.

In the afternoon, Leo and Anya returned home, and they too began to indulge in the festive candy canes. Hansen observed the young ones with a tinge of envy and remarked, "Youth's a blessing. Maybe I should order myself a juicer online."