Sweet Mischief's Rollercoaster Romance novel Chapter 621

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Chad realized their marriage certificate was just a few bucks spent on some fancy paper. In the Byrne household, if it wasn’t for the wedding prep constantly reminding them, even his folks and grandparents acted like it was improper for Molly to share his bed!

They were legally married, for crying out loud. The family's old-school ways of interacting were really getting on Chad's nerves.

“Molly, can you help me with this?” Coleen Byrne walked to the doorway and was stunned by the scene in front of her, dropping the notebook she was holding.

At the sound, the couple, who had been kissing, froze and turned their heads towards the door.

Molly jumped up from the chair, knocking over a bottle of serum on the table, which shattered on the floor. Forgetting everything else, she turned, pressing her back against Chad’s chest. “Mom, Mom, listen, I can explain,” Molly stuttered nervously.

Molly still saw herself as a single, unwed girl. Kissing Chad felt improper, sparking her panic. She didn’t know how to explain, with the undeniable truth right in front of them.

Even Coleen was at a loss; she knew she should leave, but her feet seemed glued to the floor.

Chad also felt a moment of embarrassment. It was one thing to visit Molly's room at night when it was just the two of them, but having his mother witness it was a first. Quickly, he regained his composure, his hand naturally finding its way to Molly's shoulder. “Mom, we’re married.”

Molly, not controlling her impulse, turned and retorted to Chad, “No, who with you…” but then she paused, quieted down, and turned back towards the door, “Right, Mom, we are actually married.”

She pulled open the top drawer of her vanity, revealing a small marriage certificate prominently displaying their union.

Coleen picked up the notebook from the floor, trying to appear calm, “Mmm, Molly, come find me in my study later. There are a few more things I need you to look at.”

Molly nodded vigorously.

Coleen turned and quickly left the doorway.

The room was left to the two of them again, Chad leaning against Molly’s vanity with a sense of helplessness. It seemed he was the only one in the family who saw Molly as his wife; everyone else still treated her like his sister.

“Molly, wanna come to my room tonight?”

Molly, kneeling to pick up the broken bottle, lamented, “Bro, my anti-aging serum, Mia just recommended it to me.” Mia, ever fearful of wrinkles since becoming a mom, insisted on skincare over makeup. Many of Molly’s skincare products were Mia’s recommendations.

Chad: “...You’re still young, no need for anti-aging.”

Molly, distressed, “It was four hundred dollars.”

Chad: “...”

After a moment, Chad tried again, “Molly, tonight, do you want to…”

“I’m going to find Mom.”

And with that, Molly bolted from the room.