Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

The next moment, she shoved her son into her husband's arms and dashed barefoot to the bathroom, flipping on the faucet to wash up in record time. "Chad, can you grab my clothes, please?"

With their son balanced on one arm, Chad opened her wardrobe. "Which ones?"

"The black fitted sweater and the grey high-waisted skirt, with the coat over it." Molly directed, her memory sharp as ever. She continued to freshen up quickly before darting out, changing clothes right there in front of her husband and son without a second thought.

There was no time for her usual skincare routine, so she snagged her son's moisturizer and hurried downstairs to slip on her shoes, her hair still a mess. Hansen, leaning on his cane, chimed in with a cheeky remark, "Sweetheart, does your job even cover all these deductions?"

Molly squeezed some of her son's moisturizer into her hand and briskly applied it to her face. "Dad, don't make me start taking from your retirement fund!"

With that, Molly hollered, "Chad, I need a lift to work."

Chad, carrying their son, headed out.

As Chad drove, Molly sat in the back with their son, expertly fishing out a makeup case and a wooden comb from the car's seat pocket. While tying her hair, she grumbled, "Must have been a real villain in my past life to deserve these early mornings. Lived it up in my past life, now I'm working my butt off. What a life!"

Officer Chad listened to her gripe, replying, "You didn't even get up that early, and anyway, you're working for yourself."noveldrama

Molly, flustered, shot back, "Chad, quit it, just drive! If I'm late and they dock my pay, it's coming out of your check."

Officer Chad: "..."

The Cedillo family sure knows how to be unreasonable.

Their little one, watching his mom, was amazed at how quickly she managed to fix her hair.

He tried to style his own hair, reaching up with his little hands, and the next second, the car was filled with his cries.

Molly, alarmed, said, "Oh honey, what's wrong? Why are you pulling on your hair? You've got so little of it, let go, it hurts!"

Wayne, having made himself cry by tugging on his own hair, held on tight.

Molly, with both a tender and determined heart, gently pried his tiny fingers open. She blew softly on his head, "Mommy's got it, it doesn't hurt anymore, there, all better."

When they reached Cedillo Inc., Molly hopped out, grabbing her ID, leaving her husband and son behind as she sprinted to the office floor, even sliding a bit on her wayin, "Beep, all clear."

Molly glanced at her watch, letting out a relieved sigh. "Phew, made it with a minute to spare."

The receptionist remarked, "...Miss, the CEO said if you keep cutting it this close, they'll still dock your salary."

Molly waved her off, "Don't listen to my mom, I'm off to see my son."

Chad had already gotten out of the car, lifting their son from the baby seat, his heart aching as he gently smoothed over the spot where Wayne had pulled his hair. "Il finish early today, we'll get you a haircut."

Molly, having successfully clocked in, took her time as she strolled out, picking up her sweet-smelling son, waving, "Chad, go on to work. We'll grab a sandwich next door before I

head to the office."

Chad glanced up at the "Cedillo" sign and then at his wife, thankful that this was

indeed his family's company.