Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance
Chapter 819

Chad quickly rang up his wife. Molly was in the middle of dinner, hung up, and silenced her phone. "You're not calling to clear up some case, are you?" "Clear up? What case?" Conner was puzzled.

Molly, looking a bit surprised, brought up an old story, "Remember when my little sweetheart had you crying at the police station, and the police thought you were a kidnapper? Wasn't that incident recorded?"

Conner glanced at Molly, his newfound "acquaintance," and reminded her, "Keep it down, will you?" He still wanted to maintain some dignity. Then he asked, "Wait, how do you know about that?"

Molly, munching on her chicken, replied, "Everyone in my family knows about it."

Conner eyed Molly, who was happily crunching on her chicken, "Who spilled the beans?"

Molly shrugged, "Well, I told a few people."

Conner thought he misheard her at first, but nope, she really did say that. "Molly, how can you just say that like it's no big deal? I'm buying you dinner here."

Once Molly finished eating, she wiped her mouth and said, "And you guys, four grown men taking a kid to the police station, aren't you embarrassed?"

"Well, what you said..."

Molly decided to lay it out, "Listen, pal, since you're treating me to dinner, let me give you a friendly tip. The Cedillo family motto: 'Don't mess with Mia, don't argue with me, and don't eat in front of Henry.' Keep that in mind!" Conner had heard bits and pieces about the infamous Cedillo family kids.

"What were you doing at the station, and why did you leave with me?" Conner asked.

Molly responded, "I went to the station; everyone knows why."

Conner was intrigued, "Can you not make it like your Andre, turning a simple answer into a puzzle?" He figured it had something to do with Chad.

Molly shot back, "Then can you not be like my Andre, asking about the obvious?"

Conner gave up, "Alright, let's skip the verbal sparring. I'm dizzy from your roundabout talk, and I'm clearly getting nowhere."

After a bit more chatting, they got more comfortable with each other. Molly asked outright, "So, what's your real reason for being here?"

Conner replied, "Came to see my godson."

"Pfft, your godson might visit the police station often, but he doesn't live there, does he? Be upfront, you share your story, I'll share mine. I came to argue with Chad, might even divorce. You?" "Divorce? Didn't you just get married?" Conner was taken aback.

Molly was unbothered, "People get divorced after a day, and I've been married for months. I've had my fill, so I can divorce too."

Curious, Conner asked, "Why? I'm not the biggest fan of Chad either, but I'm curious why."

"I suspect his feelings aren't genuine. I'm his wife, but there's someone else in his heart."

Conner immediately wondered who this "someone else" might be. He probed, "Do you have any proof?"

"Not really, but I've met his ex-girlfriend."

"Oh, his ex. What do you think about their relationship?" Conner remained calm.

Over lunch, Molly was complimentary, "Well, she's pretty."

Conner nodded, "Not bad."

Molly, a bit oblivious to Conner's reaction, didn't realize he wouldn't usually say "Not bad" to agree.

"I didn't notice anything between her and my Chad. Probably because Chad is pretty responsible, so all I see is a professional relationship."

Conner nodded, "Yeah, I think you might be right. After all, Chad's married now, and that woman would have some self-respect, not wanting to wreck your family."

Conner, hiding his own thoughts, advised Molly, "Listen, even though I'm not Chad's biggest fan, he's quite a catch. Out of billions, only Chad saved you, loved you, and married you. If that's not fate, what is? Cherish what you have.

As they say, 'It takes a hundred years to share a boat, a thousand to share a pillow.' You two haven't hit your hundred or thousand years yet. Don't jump to divorce at the first sign of trouble; it can hurt the relationship. Go home and live well together, okay?" Molly felt something was off, but the missed calls on her phone drew her attention.

Chad had called her seven or eight times in no time.

Sensing urgency, Molly quickly called back, "Hey, Chad, what's up?"

"Who did you leave with today? Send me your location; I'll come find you." Chad's tone was frantic, even a bit high-pitched, "I was about to have a colleague track your phone, thinking you were lost."

Molly bit her lip, "Don't worry, I just ran into an old friend, and we're having dinner. Don't come over; I'll head to the station to find you later."

"Who is he?"

"Oh, he says his name is Conner."

"Conner?" Chad repeated the name in his car.

Annie, resting in the back seat by the window, suddenly opened her eyes.

"Don't come to the station this afternoon. I'm busy and won't be there. Come home early tonight, and I'll try to do the same."

Chad, still worried in the passenger seat, insisted, "Molly, no detours. Share your location with me now; I'll keep an eye on you heading back to the office."

Molly retorted, "I took the day off."

"Then go home and catch up on sleep. What time did you stay up waiting for me last night, only to fall asleep on the couch?"

Molly stuck out her tongue, "You're annoying, I'm hanging up."

After the call, Molly vented to Conner, "Listen to him, still not feeling guilty at all for scolding me."

The next second, Chad's location-sharing request came through.

Molly sighed, "This life, it's getting unbearable."

Yet, she dutifully tapped into the shared location page.

After a full meal, people usually get sleepy, and Molly headed back to the Byrne family to rest.

Conner's phone pinged with a message: Why are you looking for Molly? Keep quiet if it's not your place to speak. I advise you to behave.

Conner pocketed his phone without replying. He went back to the hotel, waiting for his godson to have his fill of fun and return home, ready for a good rubdown.

Arriving at the village entrance, Chad dropped off Easton and Annie, instructing his subordinate to drive to the police-surrounded factory.

Annie seized the moment to dial the number she had saved earlier, but after several rings, no one picked up.

"Who are you calling?" Easton asked.

"A telemarketer," she replied with a smirk.

Easton chuckled. "Didn't know people still bother calling telemarketers back."

He walked ahead, with Annie trailing behind. On the third attempt, Conner answered. "Officer Chapman got some free time to call me?"

Annie slowed her pace and whispered, "Conner, whatever's between you and me, it has nothing to do with Chad and Molly. Don't forget, Molly is still your brother's sister. Morality is key."

Conner, looking at himself in the bathroom mirror, chuckled softly. "Then, maybe Officer Chapman should come teach me what morality is."

Annie hung up, and within seconds, received hotel details from Conner.

She quickly caught up to Easton.