Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Chapter 325

Mr. Ashford and Coleen were having a chit-chat not far away. "Molly seems to have a good impression

of Jack. Looks like we might become one big family in the future, huh?"

Coleen caught his drift, and she replied, "My girl is young and easily excited by anything fun. But about

the future, we'll have to see what her dad says."

Jack, holding a glass of wine, offered it to Molly, "Molly, we've been talking for a while. How about a fruit

wine to refreshen up?"

"I don't drink, thanks." Molly turned him down.

Jack was even more smitten with Molly, "You don't drink?"

Memories of drinking at dinners with friends flashed through Molly's mind. She fibbed again, "No, I

don't."

Hearing this, Jack didn't press Molly to drink anymore and offered to get her a non-alcohol drink

instead.

Molly remembered her nephew's advice of pouring her own drinks at events and not accepting ones

given by others. Her friends also warned her that colored drinks might not be safe.

Truth was that she had once asked her father in secret about Mia getting hammered at Harry's birthday

party and making a fool of herself, which gave everyone a good laugh.

"No, I'm not thirsty." She said.

Jack thought she was being wary of him, "Molly, you should trust me."

"Sorry, I only trust my brother and my dad."

She only trusted the fathers and brothers of the Cedillo and Byrne families, and was on guard with

everyone else.

Soon Coleen came over to call her daughter. After all, a new girl chatting with a grown man for so long

would surely raise eyebrows.

Molly stood up and told Jack, "I'm gonna find my mom now. Thanks for your company."

Molly quickly walked over to Coleen, saying, "Mom, I'm parched, my throat's all dry."

"You silly girl, you're slow but quick to react. You're smart but you're thirsty and don't think to drink."

Coleen handed her a drink, "It's coke. The drinks are all labeled. Get whatever you want."

Molly downed the coke in one gulp.

Coleen said, "Mind your manners."

She finished her drink in one gulp, and her cheeks puffed out. No one else did that. She looked cute,

but also a bit goofy.

"What were you and Jack talking about?" Coleen casually asked.

After finishing the coke, Molly said, "Nothing much, just introductions and some talk about my brother."

Coleen straightened her daughter's clothes, asking, "What's your impression of Jack?"

"He's okay, mom, what's up?"

Coleen didn't directly answer as she wasn't sure about the other party's intentions, "I was just curious.

You can go play with other friends later."

Looking around, Molly saw everyone had formed their own little groups and she wasn't sure which to

join. If Mia and Leo were here, they could just play cards by themselves.

"Alright, I'll go say hi to my friends, mom."

Coleen also mingled with her social circle.

People were buzzing about Cedillo Inc. and potential investment trends, guessing Andre's next move. Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

Coleen just smiled without joining in the discussion.

"Coleen, this is your first time bringing your child to a party, are you planning to have your daughter

take over Chade Inc.?"

Coleen said with a smile, "My son is already a cop, so it's all up to my daughter. Who else could I give it

to?"

"Your daughter will surely be as successful as you."

Coleen laughed, "When Molly takes over the company, we'll surely need all your help."

"Of course, she's your daughter, and we'll definitely help her."

The Cedillo family.

Andre's darling wife finally woke up. She sat up in bed, yawning. Even her yawns were endearing in

her husband's eyes.

"Did you sleep well?"

Mia nodded, she got out of bed where a glass of water was prepared for her on the bedside table.

"Honey, our baby told me he's hungry."

Andre chuckled, "How did our son tell you?"

Mia pointed to her belly, "He sent me brainwaves, saying he wants to eat morel mushroom soup, roast

chicken, and cornbread."

Andre rubbed her slightly protruding belly, "Looks like our son is quite clever, huh?"

"Yeah, he can already communicate with me telepathically."

Andre pinched her nose, "Let's go out for a walk. I'll have the kitchen prepare something for our baby."

"Just for the baby? Your wife's hungry too."

Turned out she hadn't finished ordering.

Andre patiently listened to his wife continue ordering, "I want fries, milkshake, eggs Benedict, chicken

soup, and grilled lobster."

Mia rattled off a long list of food. Even Andre couldn't resist asking, "Can you guys finish all that?"

"There's you if we can't finish, right, honey? Plus, I want to eat all these. I'd regret it if I don't."

Mia got out of bed, her baby bump was starting to show but she didn't walk clumsily. Mia always said it

was because of her exercise that she didn't walk clumsily, and no one at home denied it.

She leaned on Andre's arm, acting cute, "Won't you let me eat?"

"Sure, anything you want to eat, I'll let you eat." After saying this, Andre teased his cute wife, "Looks

like I'll have to give our chef a raise next month."

Andre led his cute wife into the dining room. He couldn't remember all the dishes his wife had ordered,

"Mia, you need to come and tell the chef."

Mia nodded, she stood in front of the chef and repeated her order.

The chef, "Please wait a moment. I'll get a notebook to jot down the dishes." He didn't remember all of

them as there were too many.

So during the meal, Mia had to repeat her order three times.

Leo came over, praising, "Most pregnant women are forgetful, but not you. You didn't forget a single

one of the eight dishes."

Mia pointed at Leo, "You should be thanking me for getting pregnant; at least it saves you from getting

beaten."

Leo, "Can you chill out a bit? What did the doctor say, getting angry isn't good for you."

Every time Mia saw Leo, she would get mad. She turned to her husband and complained, "Babe, just

seeing Leo puts me in a bad mood."

Andre looked at Leo, "What, you want me to kick you out?"

Leo felt the pressure under Andre's gaze. "Alright, I get it. I'm not welcome here. I'm leaving."

As Leo left the dining room, Andre asked his wife, "Feeling better now?"

"Sure, seeing you always puts me in a good mood."

Mia sat on the stool, swinging her legs while waiting for the food. Andre glanced at her legs and

suddenly asked, "Mia, how come your legs got shorter when you're pregnant?"

Mia looked down at her feet hanging in the air and firmly said, "That's impossible."