Sweet Mischief's Rollercoaster Romance novel Chapter 815

Molly wrapped her arms around Chad's strong back, her lips slightly parted as she pressed against his muscular frame, her teeth gently grazing his shoulder. Her breath was laced with a hint of seduction, and her voice was soft and enticing.

Just as Molly's plan seemed to be taking off, Chad's phone rang from the nightstand, shattering the moment.

The mundane ringtone was enough to upend all of Molly's carefully laid plans. Chad, the kind of guy who never missed a call, propped himself up, took a deep breath, and reached for his phone. Seeing an unknown number, he answered, "Hello?"

"It's me, Annie."

Chad was still on top of Molly, so she was close enough to catch those three words clearly. They exchanged a glance, and Chad sat up, his earlier desire fading fast. "Go on."

This time, Molly couldn't make out what was being said on the other side. Chad quickly tossed off the covers and headed to the bathroom to change, instructing, "Text me the address. I'll be there soon. Keep this low-key to avoid any panic."

Seeing Chad on edge from just a call, Molly got out of bed, her clothes askew, and purposefully followed him into the bathroom. "Chad, where are you going?"

Chad, turning his back to his wife to cool the fire she sparked in him, replied, "I need to step out. Get some rest."

After changing, he paused at the bathroom door, taking in Molly's eyes, which were filled with hurt and tears. "Chad~"

That soft call stopped him in his tracks. He turned around, came back, and gently cupped her head, kissing her again. "We'll pick up tomorrow night. That lace was a hit. Try the black one tomorrow—I'm eager to see it."

Molly's cheeks turned a bright shade of red.

With that call, Chad was out the door.

In the middle of the night, as Chad drove off, Molly stood by the window, watching him disappear into the darkness.

Across the ocean, Henry had already snuggled into a deep sleep, while his aunt tossed and turned, unable to find rest.

Henry was like a little furnace, warm and snug. No matter how cold it was outside, the "little furnace" kept things cozy. Mia, hugging her son, felt no need for the allure of her cool and charming husband. She was content with her little bundle of joy, sweet and adorable—at least when he wasn't crying.

Henry was blissfully asleep, but his aunt felt a chill in her heart, despite the summer heat.

Molly's heart felt submerged in icy waters, her limbs cold.

Feeling out of place in her own room, her mind racing, she changed into her satin pajamas and wandered into the living room.

It was late at night when Coleen, yawning, came downstairs, surprised to find a figure sitting in the living room. Sitting cross-legged, her skirt spread wide, covering her legs.

Coleen was startled for a moment, then recognized her daughter. "Up late instead of sleeping, are you keeping watch over the night?" Coleen teased as she approached.

Molly turned to her mother, still half-asleep. "Mom, I have a question."

"Go ahead." Coleen settled next to her daughter with a glass of water.

"Do you think Chad might be having an affair?"

Coleen was taken aback by the question. "Even if he wanted to, where would he find the means? You know where all his money goes—he doesn't have the resources for an affair."