Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance
Chapter 637

As soon as those words left her mouth, the four elders in the room quickly made their way out.

"Kids these days, they're just too liberal!" one of them muttered.

Molly found herself in a bind; she'd rather face anything than do a sports drill.

Chad hadn't expected this turn of events and hesitated before saying, "No way, if we have to bargain, it's just for one." Molly pouted, "Nope, ten."

Chad, ever the negotiator, laid out his terms clearly, "A peck on the cheek counts as 0.5, a kiss on the lips is worth 2."

No sooner had he finished than all the elders retreated to their bedrooms.

Feeling outmatched, Molly fumed, "Chad, you sly fox. Back off, I'm done."

Chad, quick to leverage his position, threatened, "I'm calling Andre right now."

Molly, gritting her teeth, conceded, "Fine, let's just do this."

Chad released her, triumphant, and couldn't resist reminding, "Choose wisely which kiss is worth it."

Molly, kneeling on the yoga mat and wrapping her arms around Chad's neck, aimed for his cheek, but Chad turned, making their lips meet.

Molly recoiled instantly, her eyes flaring.

With no one else in the living room, Chad sat down on the yoga mat, pulling Molly close with a mischievous grin, teasing her with the math, "If it's a lip kiss, you owe me 20 more. But if it's the cheek, you're in debt for 90." "Can I pay in installments?"

Chad responded, "Interest usually applies to installments."

"What kind of interest?"

Before she knew it, Molly was drawn in again, this time acutely aware of the masculine scent invading her senses, the wild conquest.

The grip on her waist tightened, the pain from the kiss intensified, Chad's breathing grew heavier, his arm veins bulging more prominently, and his Adam's apple bobbed with each swallow, as if he wished to devour Molly completely. At the right moment, Chad released Molly. Observing her flushed face and bitten lip, he chuckled, "Better pay off the 'principal' soon. I'm all about compounding interest."

Molly's cheeks burned with embarrassment, her lips still tingling with his presence, "That's illegal, and here you are, a police captain."

Chad, wiping his own lips, left behind a hint of their intimacy, adding to their flirtation. Molly's ears reddened at his reply, "Compounding is perfectly legal."

He then lay on the yoga mat, "Molly, hold my knees. It's time for your fifty sit-ups."

Molly's embarrassment deepened!

She knelt by Chad's feet, pressing down on his knees, watching him effortlessly complete the sit-ups, "1, 2, 3,... 19, 20, 21, ... 49.1, 49.2, 49.3, ... 49.99, 50"

Chad not only finished the set but added a bit extra. Then, in one swift move, he had Molly beside him on the yoga mat, mindful of their surroundings. His breath warm, he warned the girl beneath him, "Pray you survive the night." He got up, adding, "I'm off to shower."

At dinner, the Byrne family enjoyed a harmonious meal. Coleen, curious about the outcome, asked, "How many sit-ups did Chad end up doing?"

Chad glanced at the silent woman beside him, "Mom's talking to you."

"Which ear of yours heard Mom call my name?"

Coleen turned to Molly, "How many did your brother do?"

Molly, nibbling on her fork, sheepishly replied, "Around sixty or seventy."

Coleen's gaze bounced between her children, resigning herself to the fact. Her daughter had married into a "good family," yet her son had brought home a handful.

After dinner, Chad found his way to Molly's room, pointing to his own next door, "I only have one request for you. It doesn't matter if you move your stuff, but I want you in my room."

Molly fiddled with her fingers, then scratched her hairline, "I'll move, of course, but um, I'm going downstairs to keep Grandma company for a bit."

Without waiting for a response, Molly dashed off.

Soon after, Chad joined them in the living room, finding Molly and Grandma Aubree cuddling, barely paying attention to the show. He didn't mind; he watched along. Grandma Aubree's show ended at eight, but with her granddaughter clinging to her, she was stuck till nine.

At nine, amidst boring commercials, Molly tempted, "Grandma, I can cast the whole series to the TV from my phone. You can binge-watch without interruptions." Grandma Aubree was about to agree when Chad chimed in, "I've recently dealt with cases of elderly staying up late, only to suffer strokes. Too much TV." Grandma Aubree immediately prioritized her health, "Molly, I'm tired."

Molly, desperate, clung tighter, "Grandma, don't listen to him. He's a cop, not a doctor. Why would anyone seek his help for health issues? He's clearly bluffing." Chad countered, "Because the victim was scammed out of her medical funds, and she reported it to me."

Molly, indignant, pressed Chad, "How pitiful, and you're here instead of catching the scammer?"

Chad, unfazed, "Caught him the same day."

Molly, realizing she couldn't win, pleaded with her grandma, "Grandma, he's talking about staying up every night. One night won't hurt." Chad, deadpan, "Some folks had a stroke after just one night."

Grandma Aubree stood up, "I'm off to bed."

Molly sighed in defeat as her grandma left.

Coleen, ever punctual since her surgery, was whisked off to bed by her husband, leaving the newlyweds alone in the living room.

Molly curled up on the couch, clutching the remote, "I'm not sleeping. I haven't watched enough TV yet."

Chad, with a smile, assured, "No worries, I can wait."

The TV droned on, playing some forgettable commercials. Chad glanced over, a smirk playing on his lips. "Enjoying the show?"

Molly, her pride a bit too high, retorted without missing a beat, "Yeah, it's fascinating."

She sneaked a peek at Chad, who seemed immune to the siren call of sleep, casually flipping through an old magazine as if he had all the energy in the world. Meanwhile, Molly was sprawled on the couch, struggling to keep her eyes open. "Thinking about hitting the hay?" Chad asked, his voice laced with a hint of amusement.

Stubborn as ever, Molly replied, "Not even a bit sleepy."

Chad, with years of experience interrogating suspects using fatigue as a tactic, knew better. He put down the magazine, fixing his gaze on her. "You sure you don't want to go to bed?"

Molly, her eyelids heavy as lead, insisted, "Nope, not sleeping."

Chad's tactics, honed from his days on the force, seemed to have met their match in Molly's stubbornness. Yet, the night was young, and the battle of wills was far from over.