The CEO's Mischievous Little Bride
Chapter 590 The Dangers of Losing Weight

Molly snapped, "You're the one who's not innocent! What I meant was, teach Susan not to be alone with men at home! Luckily, it was Randall, but if it had been someone else, who knows what could've happened." She shot a frustrated look at Sebastian's back.

Sebastian, feeling the sting of her words, stayed quiet. He just opened the lid of Molly's thermos, letting the steam from the hot water rise.

They chatted a bit more until Theodore woke up, looking like he was about to cry. Molly quickly ended the call with her.

And sure enough, the crying began.

Susan and Randall were both catching up on sleep in their rooms. Randall was still puzzled by what Patrick had said and wasn't sure if Patrick knew the truth.

So, Randall decided that as long as Patrick didn't call him out, he'd play dumb.

Patrick was tricky; maybe he didn't know Randall was a hacker and was just waiting for him to slip up.

Randall's mind raced, but eventually, he couldn't fight off the sleepiness and dozed off.

Molly was taking wedding photos in the winter, shivering from the cold. But for the sake of beauty, she was fearless.

"Groom, kiss the bride. Capture the sunset, create shadows," the photographer directed.

Molly protested, "You didn't say we had to kiss for the photos."

The photographer replied, "I'm saying it now. Look at the weather today, and the location is perfect. It'd be a waste not to capture this sunset and the seaside." Today's photo shoot was by the sea.

Sebastian had picked the spot. He didn't have many demands for the wedding, just that Molly didn't run away. But when choosing the package, he made his first request, "Molly, can we take the photos by the sea?"

Molly liked to be different, "Isn't it kind of cliché with everyone taking photos there?"

Sebastian seemed really into the seaside idea, and in the end, soft-hearted Molly couldn't stand to see him upset, so she agreed to the seaside wedding photos.

When they arrived in the morning, they saw three or four young couples also taking wedding photos by the beach. Molly grumbled, "Sebastian, what kind of place did you pick? I almost drowned here back then..." Then she realized something, "Let's just take the photos by the sea."

Because the seaside was where they first met, and he had picked her up, taken her home, and cared for her for over a decade.

Sebastian knew Molly had figured it out. He just looked at her and smiled gently. Molly blushed and turned away, muttering something under her breath, probably cursing Sebastian softly.

By the end of the day, they caught the sunset. Artists love sunsets, so the photographer made a request.

Sebastian was all for it!

"Sure," he said quickly.

Molly, holding up her heavy wedding dress, glared at him, "I haven't agreed yet."

Sebastian had discovered one of Molly's weaknesses: she couldn't stand seeing him upset! "If you don't agree, we don't have to take the photos. You can ignore my answer."

Unable to stand seeing Sebastian upset, Molly didn't realize she was walking right into his trap. "Fine, let's do it," she said.

Sebastian's lips curled into a smile she couldn't see, his eyes watching her like a wolf eyeing a little white rabbit.

"Let's get started," the photographer reminded them.

Molly's heart raced as she looked at Sebastian. "Wait, photographer, hurry up," she said, blinking rapidly and feeling shy.

"Take it easy, trust my skills," the photographer reassured her.

While she trusted the photographer, she couldn't control Sebastian. He boldly wrapped his arm around her waist, his hand gripping the back of her head as he kissed her forcefully. The photographer, who had envisioned a romantic scene, put down his camera. This looked more like a forced kiss!

The first kiss was too rough; the second time, Sebastian's body blocked the camera. The third time, the pose was wrong.

By the end, Molly's face was dark from all the kissing. She raised her hand and punched Sebastian. "You did that on purpose!"

Furious, Molly lifted her dress and ran along the sunset-covered beach, chasing and hitting Sebastian.

The photographer thought this scene was much better than the romantic ones and immediately started taking pictures, shouting, "Keep hitting, yes, keep going, chase, just like that, hit." Molly was exhausted, already weak from dieting, and the heavy wedding dress slowed her down. Finally, too tired to run, she put her hands on her hips, bent over, and panted. Sebastian, however, showed no reaction. Seeing Molly's condition, he had other thoughts.

"Tired of hitting?" Sebastian asked.

Molly nodded, "I can't walk anymore."

Sebastian bent down and effortlessly picked her up in her wedding dress. "If you can't walk, I'll carry you."

"Yes, just like that, don't move, let me take the shot," the photographer, like an excited fan, snapped away, capturing every frame filled with natural affection.

It was late, and the sun had finally set when they went home.

Molly had starved herself for the wedding photos, and after they were done, she went home and had a feast, regaining all the weight in just two meals.

Molly cried in frustration, "I starved for so many days, and after just two meals, the weight I lost came back. I still have to wear the wedding dress, and if I gain more weight, I won't fit into it."

Ellie said, "This is all your doing."

When Molly wanted to lose weight by dieting again, Sebastian used his old trick late at night.

Molly wanted to sleep, but Sebastian stopped her. He leaned against her headboard, holding her so she couldn't struggle, and played videos on his phone of young girls suffering the consequences of dieting to lose weight. "You see this? This girl dieted to lose weight and ended up having her stomach removed.

Look at this one, she dieted to lose weight and her immune system weakened. A simple bacterial infection turned into a cold her body couldn't fight off, landing her in the ER where they had to open her chest." Molly, scared, shrank her shoulders and forgot she was lying in Sebastian's arms.