Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance
Chapter 646

Mia abruptly spoke up, "What's Molly's favorite food?" "Expensive stuff," Chad replied without hesitation.

Jade blushed, a bit embarrassed, but it was the truth. Mia continued, "Who's Molly's favorite athlete?"

Chad answered instantly, "Me, during the sports day."

Mia glanced at Chad, and Jade bit her lip, nodding shyly, "Well, there's some truth to that~"

The crowd outside grew restless, eager to open the door.

The little one in his dad's arms was itching to join the fun, but his dad, too cool for the chaos, left the little guy so eager he nearly wished Leo would pick him up. "Oh, boy, oh boy," he seemed to say, wanting in on the action. Inside the bridal suite, someone shouted, "Who's handling the finances after the wedding?"

Before Chad could answer, the teammates chimed in, "The captain's paycheck has been in Molly's hands forever."

Everyone looked at the bride, who sheepishly nodded, "Yes, it's always been with me."

Anya, always curious, broke her silence with a bombshell, "What's the bride's favorite book?"

Even Leo, who was outside watching the fun, facepalmed silently. There goes Jade's image.

After a brief pause, Chad said, "The books she hides under her bed are her favorites."

What books, hidden under the bed? All eyes turned to the bride.

Molly, flustered, suddenly got up from the bed, the makeup artist caught off guard as she rushed to the door and confronted Chad, "How did you know I hide books under my bed?" Chad, facing the girl who'd just rushed over, took a breath, his voice low and husky, "How I knew isn't important. What matters is... the door's open now."

With that, a swarm of men burst into the room.

Molly was stunned for a moment, then just stood there, dumbfounded.

Mia, spotting her son's temper flaring up from afar, went out to pick him up and then reentered the room. For the first time ever, her son showed an unprecedented love for his mom! Stephania declared, "Getting in is one thing, let's see you find the wedding shoes."

Donnie was relentless, "Wait for it, wife, I'll find those shoes in three minutes."

Chad shouted, "The shoes are on top of the cabinet."

The bridal party was stunned, "You were eavesdropping on us!"

Officer Chad knew Molly well, "If Molly wants to hide something, it's either in the highest place or the lowest."

Hide the turkey in the attic, certain books under the bed.

Sure enough, Chad, in his dress shoes, climbed onto the nightstand, his arms braced against the cabinet edge. With his impressive upper body strength, he pulled himself up like he was doing a pull-up, grabbed the wedding shoes, and jumped down. The little one was awestruck, his mouth open in excitement.

As the ceremony was about to start and the video recording began, the little one was too much of a chatterbox, so Mia took him outside just in time for his feeding.

Time to head to the wedding venue.

Chad carried Molly down the aisle, with confetti falling around them and fireworks sounding off, making their way to the wedding car amidst the celebration.

As they were about to set off, Leo called the driver out and took the driver's seat himself, buckling up.

"Leo?" Chad was puzzled about what he was up to.

Memories of their youth flooded Molly's mind, and with a smile and tears in her eyes, she said, "Chad, let Leo take me to get married."

Back in junior high, on the back sports field.

That naive boy had promised her and Mia, "When you get married, I'll be your driver and ensure you have a grand send-off!"

Back then, the three of them, carefree, sat on the field, basking in the gentle breeze, talking and laughing.

Mia had a brother, she had Leo, and though not related by blood, they were significant to Leo. Unable to marry them off himself due to his status, he settled for being their driver, wanting to ensure they had a grand journey. After all these years, Leo still remembered his promise.

"Leo, you promised a grand send-off," Molly's words evoked their shared memories.

Officer Chad's wedding, regardless of who the driver was, as long as he could drive, that was all that mattered.

Since Mia's son hadn't had his fill of milk, by the time they were ready to leave, the wedding car had already departed, leaving just the family of three.

Andre took the wheel, allowing his son to feed en route.

Through the rearview mirror, Andre saw his little one eagerly nursing and commented, "Stop letting him drink, you're going to stretch his stomach."

Mia replied, "Your son's got a big appetite, what can we do? It hurts when he nurses."

The little guy, legs kicking happily, continued to enjoy his milk in blissful silence.

Andre, glancing at his little bundle through the mirror, felt his son might be a tad spoiled.

Upon arriving at the wedding venue, the guests finally saw Molly's beautifully decorated site, bursting with fresh flowers tended by professionals, who had sprayed morning dew on them to ensure they looked vibrant on this special day.

As the wedding reception filled up, seeing Andre arrive with his milk-drunk son, the four "gentlemen losers" stood up and approached him. "Molly's getting married, and here you are, Andre, looking like you're just another guest. All of us 'fake brothers' made it, but the real brother arrives last," Conner teased as he walked over.

They had self-appointed themselves as Molly's "fake brothers," unbeknownst to her.

Andre, cradling his little bundle, "Being a dad and heading out is never easy. One moment he's crying, the next he's fussing, and if he hasn't eaten enough, he's got to be fed in the car." Despite his words, Andre was all smiles, sharing the joys and challenges of fatherhood with his pals.

Henry quietly listened as his dad ranted about his demanding nature.

When Mia saw her husband and his buddies chatting, she walked over, intending to take the little one. The venue was bustling, almost too much to handle.

"Honey, give me the baby, you guys go ahead and chat."

"No way, you can take my husband, but my son stays," Conner interjected.

He stepped forward, taking the world's most high-maintenance godson from Andre's arms, immediately ignoring Andre to join his friends in examining the little one. "Let me tell you, our son really can't sit still. Last time I saw him, he couldn't even roll over properly." Mars suggested, "Let's put him on the sofa and watch him for a bit."

The little tyke was quite the trooper, content and quiet even after being scooped up by a few "uncles" he hadn't met before, letting them carry him off without a fuss.

Andre flashed a smile, turning away to greet an acquaintance, no longer keeping an eye on his son's whereabouts.

Soon after, Cooper and his parents arrived.

While the adults mingled and chatted, Cooper wandered around, scanning the room for his nephew.

Where could the little guy be?

Passing by a group of burly men, Cooper's gaze landed on a small figure on the couch. He paused, almost walking away before halting his steps and doubling back to take another look at the little bundle of joy sitting there. Unsure, he pulled out his phone to compare the tot's face with photos in the family group chat, trying to confirm if this was indeed his nephew.

The little one, engrossed in his play, suddenly spotted his uncle. His small lips moved, making a buzzing sound, "Mmm-bzz-bzz."