Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance novel Chapter 376

Once Molly was sound asleep, Chad gently picked her up and carried her upstairs to her room.

The night was quiet.

As he placed her on the bed, Molly's eyelids fluttered, hinting that she might wake up. Seeing the man sitting by her bed, Molly rubbed her eyes to get a clearer view. She mumbled in her half-sleep, "Bro, you're back."

Chad gently patted Molly's exposed shoulder, urging her to continue sleeping.

However, Molly was no longer sleepy and sat upright in no time.

She was wearing a dark green tank top and matching shorts.

As she got up from the bed, her top slipped to reveal a significant portion of her chest, which made Chad quickly avert his gazes.

"Why couldn't you just tell me whatever it is over text? Why are you waiting for me?" he asked.

Molly said, "I saw Jack today."

Chad immediately turned back to Molly. He adjusted her top to cover her properly, feeling less guilty now that he could look directly at her. "What happened?"

Molly recounted her day, ending her tale with a giggly, "Dad showed up, and they were all too scared to speak."

Chad chuckled, here with his sister, he had nothing to worry about. No matter how much Jack may try, he had already been blocked and deleted by his sister.

"Molly, I have some work to do out of town tomorrow. I won't be able to drop you off or pick you up from work."

Molly nodded, "Alright, good luck, bro."

Then, she initiated a hug with Chad.

As if she was deliberately trying to seduce Chad, the young girl hugged a grown man in the dead of night in her thin pajamas.

Chad held her, knowing he could easily overpower her if he exerted even a little force.

The night was when the devil stirred.

Chad remembered Leo's question and Molly's words from the previous day.

He was a young man in his prime, and he had his desires. Molly, who willingly fell into his arms, was like a blank canvas, making him want to claim her, strip her, consume her, subject her to all kinds of pleasures and tortures exclusive to men and women, and etch his name all over this blank canvas.

But her exclamation, "Bro, you're holding me too tight. I can’t breathe."

The devil in his heart was instantly been silenced.

Facing such a girl, he struggled to suppress the beast within him.

He slowly released her waist, gradually separating from her.

Molly looked up to meet Chad's clear eyes, blinking without saying a word.

Chad was inches away from her, his heartbeat quickening.

The night breeze swept in, lifting the gossamer curtains, adding a hint of romantic ambiguity to the room.

Chad's throat bobbed as he swallowed, and Molly, as if oblivious, suddenly said, "Bro, don't move. You have an eyelash on your eyelid, it's about to get in your eye. Let me take it out."

Chad, trying to hold back: "...."

Molly actually moved closer to Chad's face, studying the rogue eyelash under his eyelid.

She reached out and gently plucked it out. Then, mischievously, she puffed a breath of air into Chad's eye.

Chad instinctively closed his eyes, then opened them.

"Molly, stop fooling around."

"Look, bro." Molly giggled, holding up the eyelash on her fingertip.

Chad knew he had to leave her room.