Sweet Mischief's Rollercoaster Romance novel Chapter 715

Gazing at her reflection in the mirror, Molly's mind wandered to her great-nephew. "I wonder when Leo and Anya will finally tie the knot. I can't wait to celebrate their wedding."

"Probably soon," someone replied.

Not long after, Andre excused himself to the bathroom, and Mia said, "We'll catch up tomorrow," before ending the call.

Once off the phone, Andre mused, "Our son's at his grandparents'; time to give Dad a hard time tonight."

Mia couldn't quite figure out her son. If you said he had a temper, you could argue he got it from her. If you said he was high-maintenance, well, that could be blamed on his father. The crying, the fuss, the peculiar temperament—she really didn't know where it all came from.

The Byrne family.

After finishing her skincare routine, Molly stepped into her walk-in closet and pulled out an evening gown.

"Why are you wearing a gown now? Leo and Anya aren't even married yet," Officer Chad asked.

"Leo and Anya may not be married, but a business partner's daughter is getting hitched. Mom asked me to go with her. I think I've gained some weight, so I need to see if the gown still fits. If not, it's diet time," Molly replied.

She held the gown up in front of the mirror and casually tied her hair up, beginning to undress from her pajamas.

Chad, who had been reading in bed, saw a glimpse of allure from the walk-in closet and set his book aside, getting out of bed to approach.

"Hey Chad, you're just in time. Can you help me with the zipper?" Molly asked, looking at him in the mirror.

With her hair swept to one side, revealing her smooth back, Chad reached over, grasping the zipper and pulling it up for her.

Molly examined her reflection, feeling the fit of the gown. "The waist is tighter, and the bust feels snug."

Satisfied with the overall look, she said, "Chad, can you unzip me, please?"

As Chad unzipped her, Molly was about to change back into her pajamas when Chad took her hand. "Don't bother dressing; we'll have to undress again anyway."

Before Molly could react, she found herself embraced in his arms. "Chad, wait... Chad."

As they lay in bed, Molly's breathing quickened, and she playfully threatened, "You really think I won't go back to my parents' house tomorrow and stay there...?"

The night deepened, and the darkened room was filled with intermittent gasps and hurried breaths, adding to the intense atmosphere. The curtains swayed with the breeze, and the scent of the woman's sweat filled the air.

Later, Molly gasped, teasingly scolding him, "Chad, is this your idea of a workout every day?"

Officer Chad, breathing heavily, responded, "This is only part of it."

Molly decided then she'd return to her parents' house and not come back.

Mia, too, thought about going back to her parents'. She regretted sending her son away; it might have seemed a good idea at the time, but now her husband was too pleased with the arrangement.

Her attempts at resistance were futile; her hands pinned above her head, every breath felt stolen. "Honey, please, bring our son back. I miss him."

Andre, looking down at her, wasn't about to bring back the "distraction" they had just managed to send away.

"Mia, a tiger doesn't negotiate when it's not satisfied." And even if it was, it depended on the mood.

Mia's protests were in vain as she was compelled to submit.

She preferred having their son around; even if her husband desired her, he wouldn't dare go too far, ensuring their intimacy was more comfortable and harmonious. With their son gone, she felt like her husband wouldn't be satisfied until he had his way completely.

Biting her lip, her face flushed, Mia made up her mind: she would return to her parents' house and refuse to come back.