Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance novel Chapter 1582

Blake tilted his head back, eyes sparkling as he gazed up at the huge Calder Corporation sign atop the building. He tugged at his sister’s sleeve, pointing eagerly. “Daddy’s here!”

Mr. Calder was caught up in work, but the moment he saw his two little treasures heading his way, he stopped everything.

“Daddy!” “Dad!” The kids’ voices rang out together, and the lines on Mr. Calder’s face softened into a wide, joyful smile.

“Where’s your mom?” he asked, scooping up his son and glancing at his daughter.

Anya answered, “Mom and Auntie went shopping. She said Blake had to stay home and play with me.”

At eight that evening, Anya’s phone lit up—it was Leo. He was home.

Only then did Mr. and Mrs. Calder realize Leo had slipped out without a word.

Leo had gone home, only to find the house empty and cold. He turned right back around and headed for the office.

Bruce’s holiday was almost here, but Chad was buried under endless meetings and reports. It took Molly showing up at the fire station with their son in her arms just to catch a glimpse of her husband.

“Molly?”

“Chad, are you planning to move in here or what?”

Chad took their son and the three of them grabbed lunch at a little diner nearby—a rare chance to be together as a family.

“Grandma and Grandpa want to go back to the old house and get it ready for the holidays,” Molly explained. “You and Dad are both swamped, so Mom and I are driving them. We’ll stay a few days to help out.”

After lunch, Molly took her son back to the Byrne house.

Molly grinned. “No problem—just pay me and I’ll hire someone else to do it!”

Coleen just shook her head.

Grandpa Elmer laughed from the porch. “Molly’s always been lazy! When she was little, she’d come home for summer break with Chad, wave her allowance at me and say, ‘Grandpa, I’ll give you five bucks if you buy me some spicy chips and eat them for me!’ She hasn’t changed a bit.”

Coleen gathered up the weeds and stretched her arms. “She’s been spoiled since she was little—always trying to buy her way out of chores.”

Molly dumped the trash, pulled on her gloves, and crouched down to help with the weeding. “Why do we work hard if not to make life easier? I just want to enjoy myself. I earn money so I don’t have to do the hard stuff. That’s the point, isn’t it? You just don’t know how to have fun, Mom!”

Wayne, masked up, stood in front of the weeds almost as tall as he was, his little hands tugging away, totally absorbed in his own world.