Sweet Mischief's Rollercoaster Romance novel Chapter 506

Chad turned his gaze to Molly, anticipation twinkling in his eyes as he awaited her response.

"Ah, introductions, huh? Waste of space compared to a nurse? Able to keep house and look after my bro, a daily vision of loveliness and grace."

Colleen eyed her daughter, "If your brother married someone like you, it'd be him keeping house and looking after you."

Chad raised an eyebrow at his sister. Ever since he found out she was playing dumb, he stopped holding back on certain matters.

This left Molly feeling like she was walking on air, uncertain of Chad's feelings towards her since neither had broached the subject directly.

Complicating matters was one of Chad's admirers at the hospital, prompting Jade to insist on discharging their mother early that afternoon.

But Molly couldn't shake the nagging feeling in her heart.

Her scholarship had come through, and she'd bought a smartphone specially for Chad. Before handing it over, she cautioned, "Bro, you gotta steer clear of those girls with bad intentions."

Chad accepted the phone, a teasing smile on his lips, "Does that include you?"

Molly's face flushed with embarrassment, "I—I didn't mean it like that!"

"Like what?"

Just as Molly was about to lash out in frustration, Chad caught her wrist, pulling her close, "You're the only exception."

Her cheeks betrayed her once again, turning a deep shade of crimson.

And lately, whenever she faced Chad, it was as if her tongue was tied in knots!

Chad's meaning was clear: she was the exception among all the girls who harbored ill intentions; he wouldn't keep his distance.

Jade sat in class, chin propped on her hand, staring at the blank blackboard, her mind clearly elsewhere.

Leo shook her gently, "Take notes."

"Huh? What?"

Leo asked her, "What's up with you lately? Daydreaming in class, zoning out at meals."

Molly quickly found a scapegoat, "Oh, I'm just thinking about Henry's christening."

Winter was approaching, and the little one had been home for nearly a month.

The special tiger-striped outfit ordered for him had arrived, and Mia gently tried it on her son. The jacket with its fluffy white trim; a little tiger hat with ears nestled in white fur, bearing the letter "K" for "King" in the middle; and those tiny red shoes, barely the size of a palm, adorned with a tiger's face intricately embroidered in a traditional Western style.

Mia had seen more ferocious tigers in other styles of embroidery, but she preferred the softer, more affectionate version for her son's christening.

And as she chatted more with Hansen, a touch of superstition had rubbed off on her—fearing that a too fierce tiger might somehow unsettle her son. A fierce tiger was suited for a king like Andre.

So, she chose the sweetly embroidered tiger face for her son's shoes.

Mia gazed at her son, lying peacefully on the bed, and leaned in to kiss his cheek, "My boy, you've been feeding well at home for a month, all plump and rosy now. You'll have to do your mama proud on your big day~"

Dressed like a little bundle of joy, Henry turned his head towards the wardrobe.